The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said.

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

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

The poetic impulse is distinct from ideas about things or feelings about things, though it may use these. It's more like a desire to separate a piece of one's experience & set it up on its own, an isolated object never to trouble you again, at least not for a bit. In the absence of this impulse nothing stirs.

We should be careful / Of each other, we should be kind / While there is still time.

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

Death: the anaesthetic from which none come round.