When you have a child, your previous life seems like someone else's. It's like living in a house and suddenly finding a room you didn't know was there, full of treasure and light.

I am always pleased to be asked to write a poem.

Poets deal in writing about feelings and trying to find the language and images for intense feelings.

How would you prepare to die on a perfect April evening?

I like to use simple words, but in a complicated way.

Every day is a gift with a child, no matter what problems you have.

I write quite a lot of sonnets, and I think of them almost as prayers: short and memorable, something you can recite.