That's one of the great things about poetry; one realises that one does one's little turn - that you're just part of the great crop, as it were.

One will never again look at a birch tree, after the Robert Frost poem, in exactly the same way.

Of course, you can't legislate for how people are going to read.

Words want to find chimes with each other, things want to connect.

I do a lot of readings.

If the poem has no obvious destination, there's a chance that we'll be all setting off on an interesting ride.

I live in New Jersey now, which always gets a bad rap here and there, but I must say, I enjoy living here too