A lot happens by accident in poetry.

I think there was a revolution in poetry, associated chiefly with Eliot and Pound; but maybe it is of the nature of revolutions or of the nature of history that their innovations should later come to look trivial or indistinguishable from technical tricks.

I've thought of the last line of some poems for years and tried them out, It wouldn't work because the last line was much too beautiful for the poem.

The spirit world doesn't admit to communicating with me, so it's fairly even.

I do insist on making what I hope is sense so there's always a coherent narrative or argument that the reader can follow.

Shakespeare tells the same stories over and over in so many guises that it takes a long time before you notice.

Write what you know. That should leave you with a lot of free time.