I think I write the best when I’m angry.
What do you think? Do you think I do?
What mood do you write best in or in what mood do you write the stuff you like best?
Or what mood do you do you like to read the most in poems.
For me, it’s that quiet anger or distaste. Like I get in Robert Frost’s poem ‘Provide, Provide’. I love this poem so much, with it’s strong cynicism and rhythm. That’s why it’s the new Poem Favoured.
– Robert Frost
The witch that came (the withered hag)
To wash the steps with pail and rag,
Was once the beauty Abishag,
The picture pride of Hollywood.
Too many fall from great and good
For you to doubt the likelihood.
Die early and avoid the fate.
Or if predestined to die late,
Make up your mind to die in state.
Make the whole stock exchange your own!
If need be occupy a throne,
Where nobody can call you crone.
Some have relied on what they knew;
Others on simply being true.
What worked for them might work for you.
No memory of having starred
Atones for later disregard,
Or keeps the end from being hard.
Better to go down dignified
With boughten friendship at your side
Than none at all. Provide, provide!