One of the great criticisms of poets of the past is that they said one thing and did another.

How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It's sad, really.

On me your voice falls as they say love should, Like an enormous yes.

You can't put off being young until you retire.

If you tell a novelist, 'Life's not like that', he has to do something about it. The poet simply replies, 'No, but I am.'

Above all, though, children are linked to adults by the simple fact that they are in process of turning into them. For this they may be forgiven much. Children are bound to be inferior to adults, or there is no incentive to grow up.

Most things may never happen: this one will.