Writing poetry is the only form of literary labour which gives me entire satisfaction.
Auden is an accomplished rhymer and Shakespeare is not.
It is Australian innocence to love The naturally excessive and be proud Of a thoroughbred gelding who ran fast.
I have no fondness for pure form at all.
Love without sex is still the most efficient form of hell known to man.
An old art spreading rumours about / Paradise, it begs outside the gates / Of the gods: the active gods come out.