Status Updates From Collected Poems

I’m re-reading this glorious collection of poetry. How could I have so quickly forgotten the beauty and charm of her writing?!?

“In my childhood I stood under a dripping oak, while autumnal fog eddied around my feet, waiting for the school bus with a dread that took my breath away... Spruce, inadequate, and alien I stood at the side of the road. It was the only life I had.”

"How much better it is to carry wood to the fire than to moan about your life."