Living at that pitch, on that edge, is something which many poets engage in to some extent.

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

Last year I was a judge for a prize in England, the T.S. Eliot Prize, so I read everything that was published in England last year.

I do a lot of readings.

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

Form is a straitjacket in the way that a straitjacket was a straitjacket for Houdini.

For whatever reason, people, including very well-educated people or people otherwise interested in reading, do not read poetry