Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
“Like most New Yorkers I was shell-shocked immediately after 9/11 and couldn't put into words what I was feeling.”
“I have been a man of great sins, but He has been a God of great mercies; and now, through His mercies, I have a conscience as sound and quiet as if I had never sinned.”