In the United States, there one feels free... Except from the Americans - but every pearl has its oyster.
They're like a weird couple. If you were to personify the artichoke and the oyster, they would have a great date. They would totally get along.
I can't think of anyone I admire who isn't fuelled by self-doubt. It's an essential ingredient. It's the grit in the oyster.
No good poem, however confessional it may be, is just a self-expression. Who on earth would claim that the pearl expresses the oyster?