I Used To Think All Poets Were

Never Trust A Journalist.

Write To Amuse? What An Appalling Suggestion! I Write To Make People Anxious And Miserable And To Worsen Their Indigestion.

I Used To Think All Poets Were Byronic Mad, Bad And Dangerous To Know. And Then I Met A Few. See Lamb 486:25.

The Reason Modern Poetry Is Difficult Is So That The Poet's Wife Cannot Understand It.

On Waterloo Bridge Where We Said Our Goodbyes, The Weather Conditions Bring Tears To My Eyes. I Wipe Them Away With A Black Woolly Glove And Try Not To Notice I've Fallen In Love On Waterloo Bridge I Am Trying To Think: This Is Nothing. You're High On The Charm And The Drink. But The Juke-box Inside Me Is Playing A Song That Says Something Different. And When Was It Wrong? On Waterloo Bridge With The Wind In My Hair I Am Tempted To Skip. You're A Fool. I Don't Care. The Head Does Its Best But The Heart Is The Boss- I Admit It Before I Am Halfway Across