I'll Be Left Writing Picture Books And

The Stars Are Filming Us For No One.

As Anyone Who Has The Slightest Knowledge Of My Work Knows, I Have Little In Common With Larkin, Who Was Tall, Taciturn And Thin-on-top, And Unlike Him I Laugh, Nay, Sneer, In The Face Of Death. I Will Concede One Point: We Are Both Lesbian Poets.

Like The Sand And The Oyster, It's A Creative Irritant. In Each Poem, I'm Trying To Reveal A Truth, So It Can't Have A Fictional Beginning.

She Stood Upon A Continent Of Ice, Which Sparkled Between Sea And Sky, Endless And Dazzling, As Though The World Kept All Its Treasure There; A Scale Which Balanced Poetry And Prayer.

I Still Read Donne, Particularly His Love Poems