The stars are filming us for no one.
I think the dangers are different now. Our abuse of the planet and our resources is an anxiety.
If we think of what's up ahead, with climate change and wars over water, it's very frightening.
I still read Donne, particularly his love poems
How would you prepare to die on a perfect April evening?
I always say that I'll have a go and see whether the poem works and if it does, then fine.