Sonnet is about movement in a form.

I've said it before about the Nobel Prize: it's like being struck by a more or less benign avalanche. It was unexpected, unlooked for, and extraordinary.

If you have the words, there's always a chance that you'll find the way.

If poetry and the arts do anything, they can fortify your inner life, your inwardness.

If you go into an underground train in London - probably anywhere, but chiefly in London - there's that sense of almost entering a ghostly dimension. People are very still and quiet; they don't exchange many pleasantries.

Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.