I See The Shape Of The Poem

I'll Be Left Writing Picture Books And Fairy Tales

I Always Say That I'll Have A Go And See Whether The Poem Works And If It Does, Then Fine.

What Will You Do Now With The Gift Of Your Left Life?

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.

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.