Poets shouldn't vote.

“Out of that whirlwind no voice spoke and the pilgrim lying in his broken bones …”

“Easy to see that naught save sorrow could bring a man to such a view of things.…”

“I think that when the lies are all told and forgot the truth will be there yet.…”

“In the morning they came up out of the ravine and took to the road again. He'd …”