I'd like to think...that people in pubs would talk about my poems

Clearly money has something to do with life.

It becomes still more difficult to find
Words at once true and kind,
Or not untrue and not unkind.

The only way to eliminate unemployment is to eliminate unemployment benefits.

The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow Loosely as cannon-smoke... Is a reminder of the strength and pain Of being young; that it can't come again, But is for others undiminished somewhere.

I am not sure, once a poet has found out what has been written already, and how it was written - once, in short, he has learnt his trade - that he should bother with literature at all. Poetry is not like surgery, a technique that can be copied. Every operation the poet performs is unique, and need never be done again.

I listen to money singing, it's like looking down from long French windows at a provincial town. The slums, the canal, the churches ornate and mad in the evening sun. It is intensely sad.