When I was starting to write, the great influence was T.S. Eliot and after that William Butler Yeats.

Till I, high in the tower of my time Among familiar ruins, began to cry For accident, sickness, justice, war and crime, Because all died, because I had to die. The snow fell, the trees stood, the promise kept, And a child I slept.

A lot happens by accident in poetry.

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.

Writing is like the relationship with your bowels. First you can, then you can't. Finally, you must. Only then should you reach for the paper.

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

When I was starting to write, the great influence was T.S. Eliot and after that William Butler Yeats.