For he who sees a need but waits to be asked is already set on cruel refusal.
The Divine Comedy Dante
The good poet sticks to his real loves, to see within the realm of possibility. He never tries to hold hands with God or the human race.
Money. You don't know where it's been,
but you put it where your mouth is.
And it talks.
Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seemed he-- Oh, lift one thought in prayer for S. T. C.! That he, who many a year, with toil of breath, Found death in life, may here find life in death.