You Are Bound, My Hunch Is, To

To Be Precise And Reckless: That Is The Consummation Devoutly To Be Wished.

William Packard Surely Must Be One Of The Great Editors Of Our Time.

I Want A Fever, In Poetry: A Fever, And Tranquillity.

It Takes An Awful Lot Of Time For Me To Write Anything. I Have Endless Drafts, One After Another; And I Try Out 50, 75, Or A Hundred Variations On A Single Line Sometimes. I Work On The Process Of Refining Low-grade Ore. I Get Maybe A Couple Of Nu Ggets Of Gold Out Of 50 Tons Of Dirt. It Is Tough For Me. No, I Am Not Inspired.

I Need About One Hundred Fifty Drafts Of A Poem To Get It Right, And Fifty More To Make It Sound Spontaneous.