Between 9am and 3pm is when I work most intensely
If we think of what's up ahead, with climate change and wars over water, it's very frightening.
Poets sing our human music for us.
How would you prepare to die on a perfect April evening?
I write quite a lot of sonnets, and I think of them almost as prayers: short and memorable, something you can recite.
Auden said poetry makes nothing happen. But I wonder if the opposite could be true. It could make something happen.