I don't want to read what is going to slide down easily; there has to be some crunch, a certain amount of resilience.

Silly girls your heads full of boys

Much that is beautiful must be discarded So that we may resemble a taller Impression of ourselves.

A perfect example of the new republic's urge to drape itself with the togas of classical respectability.

Poetry comes to me out of thin air or out of my unconscious mind. It's sort of the way dreams come to us and the way that we get knowledge from them, through television, old movies, which I watch a lot of. Lines of dialogue suddenly seem to be part of a poem.

A yak is a prehistoric cabbage; of that, we can be sure.

In the increasingly convincing darkness The words become palpable, like a fruit That is too beautiful to eat.