The Gift Of Writing Is To Be

I Have Begun To Think Of Life As A Series Of Ripples Widening Out From An Original Center.

If Poetry And The Arts Do Anything, They Can Fortify Your Inner Life, Your Inwardness.

Loyalism, Or Unionism, Or Protestantism, Or Whatever You Want To Call It, In Northern Ireland - It Operates Not As A Class System, But A Caste System.

Anything Can Happen Is Also, Incidentally, A Poem That Arose From Teaching. I'd Talked About The Horace Ode (i, 34) [on Which The Poem Is Based] In A Lecture I Gave At Harvard In The Fall Of 2000 Entitled Bright Boltsand Remembered It After The Twin Towers Attack.

I Suppose I Did Feel A Certain Public Pressure Always.