With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.

There are no magics or elves / Or timely godmothers to guide us. We are lost, must / Wizard a track through our own screaming weed.

I felt that I had to write. Even if I had never been published, I knew that I would go on writing, enjoying it and experiencing the challenge.

I am an ordinary human being who is impelled to write poetry. ... I still do feel that a poet has a duty to words, and that words can do wonderful things, and it's too bad to just let them lie there without doing anything with and for them.

Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.

Reading is important - read between the lines. Don't swallow everything.

With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.