I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
In spite of all the dishonour, the broken standards, the broken lives, The broken faith in one place or another, There was something left that was more than the tales Of old men on winter evenings.
Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
We learn what poetry is - if we ever learn - by reading it.
Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.
I hate university towns and university people, who are the same everywhere, with pregnant wives, sprawling children, many books and hideous pictures on the walls ... Oxford is very pretty, but I don't like to be dead.