He married a woman to stop her getting away Now she's there all day.

There is bad in all good authors: what a pity the converse isn't true!

Poetry should begin with emotion in the poet, and end with the same emotion in the reader. The poem is simply the instrument of transferance.

To start at a new place is always to feel incompetent & unwanted.

Depression hangs over me as if I were Iceland.

I am always trying to 'preserve' things by getting other people to read what I have written, and feel what I felt.

Heads in the Women's Ward On pillow after pillow lies The wild white hair and staring eyes; Jaws stand open; necks are stretched With every tendon sharply sketched; A bearded mouth talks silently To someone no one else can see. Sixty years ago they smiled At lover, husband, first-born child. Smiles are for youth. For old age come Death's terror and delirium.