Poetry for me is as much a spiritual practice as sexual ecstasy is.
For me a poem has to sing out of itself and the lilt of it carries the magic.
I had a toy theater and a magic lantern, and when I was eight I built a stage for theatricals in the attic.
The only limits are, as always, those of vision.
In the world of poetry there are would-be poets, workshop poets, promising poets, lovesick poets, university poets, and a few real poets.
The most astonishing joy is to receive from the muses the gift of a whole lyric.