I have let things slip, a thirty-year~old cargo boat Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.

I think writers are the most narcissistic people. Well, I musn't say this, I like many of them, a great many of my friends are writers.

People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.

I find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem, when I'm writing one. Having written one, then you fall away very rapidly from having been a poet to becoming a sort of poet in rest, which isn't the same thing at all. But I think the actual experience of writing a poem is a magnificent one.

Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people.

I ride earth's burning carousel. Day in, day out.

..I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)