I See The Shape Of The Poem

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.

What Do I Haveto Help Me, Without Spell Or Prayer,endure This Hour, Endless, Heartless, Anonymous,the Death Of Love?

I See The Shape Of The Poem Before I Start Writing, And The Writing Is Just The Process Of Arriving At The Shape.

Poetry, Above All Is A Series Of Intense Moments ­ Its Power Is Not In Narrative. I'm Not Dealing With Facts, I'm Dealing With Emotion.

It Is A Moon Wrapped In Brown Paper.