Believe That A Further Shore Is Reachable

In Off The Moors, Down Through The Mist Beams, God-cursed Grendel Came Greedily Loping.

All I Know Is A Door Into The Dark

Write Whatever You Like!

The Main Thing Is To Write For The Joy Of It. Cultivate A Work-lust That Imagines Its Haven Like Your Hands At Night Dreaming The Sun In The Sunspot Of A Breast. You Are Fasted Now, Light-headed, Dangerous. Take Off From Here.

The Fact Of The Matter Is That The Most Unexpected And Miraculous Thing In My Life Was The Arrival In It Of Poetry Itself - As A Vocation And An Elevation Almost.