An old poet ought never to be caught with his technique showing.
How shall the heart be reconciled / To its feast of losses?
My mother never forgave my father
A poet needs to keep his wilderness alive inside him.
A poet needs to keep his wilderness alive inside him. To remain a poet after forty requires an awareness of your darkest Africa, that part of yourself that will never be tamed.
You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin.