A Lot Happens By Accident In Poetry.

Both Poet And Painter Want To Reach The Silence Behind The Language, The Silence Within The Language. Both Painter And Poet Want Their Work To Shine Not Only In Daylight But (by Whatever Illusionist Magic) From Within.

I Think There's One Thing Which Distinguishes Our Art - We Don't Consider. We Don't Think. We Write A Little Verse Because It Comes To Us.

Occasionally A Student Writer Comes Up With Something Really Beautiful And Moving, And You Won't Know For Years If It Was An Accident Or The First Burst Of Something Wonderful.

When In Still Air And Still In Summertime A Leaf Has Had Enough Of This, It Seems To Make Up Its Mind To Go; Fine As A Sage Its Drifting In Detachment Down The Road.

Short Stories Amount For The Most Part To Parlour Tricks, Party Favours With Built-in Snappers, Gadgets For Including Recognition And Reversals