Living In England Has No Such Excuse:

And Immediately Rather Than Words Comes The Thought Of High Windows: The Sun-comprehending Glass, And Beyond It, The Deep Blue Air, That Shows Nothing, And Is Nowhere, And Is Endless.

As A Guiding Principle I Believe That Every Poem Must Be Its Own Sole Freshly Created Universe, And Therefore Have No Belief N 'tradition' Or A Common Myth-kitty Or Casual Allusions In Poems To Other Poems Or Poets, Which Last I Find Unpleasantly Like The Talk Of Literary Understrappers Letting You See They Know The Right People.

One Of The Great Criticisms Of Poets Of The Past Is That They Said One Thing And Did Another.

I Didn't Choose Poetry: Poetry Chose Me.

I Work All Day, And Get Half-drunk At Night.