I was very lucky to have a mother who encouraged me to become a poet.
I'm afraid we live at the mercy of a power, maybe a God, without mercy. And yet we find it, as I have, from others.
Now I must wait and be still and say nothing I don't know, nothing I haven't lived over and over, and that's everything.
I'm seventy-one now, so it's hard to imagine a dramatic change.
But I'm too old to be written about as a young poet.
I started listening to music when I wrote when I had three sons at home.