The completely solitary self: that's where poetry comes from, and it gets isolated by crisis, and those crises are often very intimate also.

Write whatever you like!

The way we are living, timorous or bold, will have been our life.

In off the moors, down through the mist beams, god-cursed Grendel came greedily loping.

I've nothing against the Queen personally: I had lunch at the Palace once upon a time.

I am not a playwright. A playwright would take "Antigone" and hit it a few clouts and knock it out of shape and restructure it. My versioning was strictly verbal.

Poetry is language in orbit.