My Body Was Braille For The Creeping

Once I Was On The Job, Once I Had Got Started, I Felt Safe Enough, But The Anticipation Made Me Tense.

My Teaching Was Animated By What I Was Reading And Being Excited By As A Poet.

The Ireland I Now Inhabit Is One That These Irish Contemporaries Have Helped To Imagine.

The Gift Of Writing Is To Be Self-forgetful...

The Aim Of Poetry And The Poet Is Finally To Be Of Service, To Ply The Effort Of The Individual Into The Larger Work Of The Community As A Whole.