Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.

Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky - or the answer is wrong and you have to start over and try again and see how it comes out this time.

You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.

My first stringed instrument was a cigar box banjo where I cut and turned the pegs and strung the wires myself.

We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.

Come on, you Do you want to live forever?

And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist.