Pity The Planet, All Joy Gone From

In The End, There Is No End.

It's The Light Of The Oncoming Train.

I Myself Am Hell; Nobody's Here

Poetry Is Not The Record Of An Event: It Is An Event.

I'm Sure That Writing Isn't A Craft, That Is, Something For Which You Learn The Skills And Go On Turning Out. It Must Come From Some Deep Impulse, Deep Inspiration. That Can't Be Taught, It Can't Be What You Use In Teaching.