Poets Sing Our Human Music For Us.

Christmas Is Taken Very Seriously In This Household. I Believe In Father Christmas And There's No Way I'd Do Anything To Undermine That Belief.

Poetry, Above All Is A Series Of Intense Moments ­ Its Power Is Not In Narrative. I'm Not Dealing With Facts, I'm Dealing With Emotion.

Time Hates Love, Wants Love Poor,/but Love Spins Gold, Gold, Gold From Straw.

I Still Read Donne, Particularly His Love Poems

I See The Shape Of The Poem Before I Start Writing, And The Writing Is Just The Process Of Arriving At The Shape.