Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.

POETRY: A sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog.

I took to wearing a black tie known as the Ascot, with long drooping ends. I had seen pictures of painters, sculptors, poets, wearing this style of tie.

Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.

I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago.

I have written some poetry that I don't understand myself.

Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me.