When You Get An Idea, Go And

When You Finish A Poem, It Clicks Shut Like The Top Of A Jewel Box, But Prose Is Endless. I Haven't Experienced An Awful Lot Of Clicking Shut!

One Day The Nouns Were Clustered In The Street. An Adjective Walked By, With Her Dark Beauty. The Nouns Were Struck, Moved, Changed. The Next Day A Verb Drove Up, And Created The Sentence.

It Takes A Long Time To Publish A Book.

It's Enormously Cheering To Get A Good Review By Someone Who Seems To Understand Your Work.

Poetry Is A Deliberate Attempt To Make Language Suggestive And Imprecise.