I Am What I Feel And Think

I Could Feel The Winter Shaking My Bones And Banging My Teeth Together.

I Am Terrified By This Dark Thing That Sleeps In Me; All Day I Feel Its Soft, Feathery Turnings, Its Malignity.

I Find Myself Absolutely Fulfilled When I Have Written A Poem, When I'm Writing One. Having Written One, Then You Fall Away Very Rapidly From Having Been A Poet To Becoming A Sort Of Poet In Rest, Which Isn't The Same Thing At All. But I Think The Actual Experience Of Writing A Poem Is A Magnificent One.

It Never Occurred To Me To Say No.

I Felt Dull And Flat And Full Of Shattered Visions.