For me, poetry is always a search for order.

Poetry: the best words in the best order

I hate a word like "pets": it sounds so much Like something with no living of its own.

Do they know they're old, these two who are my father and my mother whose fire from which I came, has now grown cold?

At last now you can be what the old cannot recall and the young long for in dreams, yet still include them all.

At last now you can be what the old cannot recall and the young long for in dreams, yet still include them all.