History says, Don’t hope On this side of the grave, But then, once in a lifetime The longed-for tidal wave Of justice can rise up, And hope and history rhyme

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

Even if the last move did not succeed, the inner command says move again.

If self is a location, so is love.

The next move is always the test.

The fact of the matter is that the most unexpected and miraculous thing in my life was the arrival in it of poetry itself - as a vocation and an elevation almost.

The gift of writing is to be self-forgetful...