The Ireland I Now Inhabit Is One

It Has As Much To Do With The Energy Released By Linguistic Fission And Fusion, With The Buoyancy Generated By Cadence And Tone And Rhyme And Stanza, As It Has To Do With The Poem's Concerns Or The Poet's Truthfulness.

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

My Teaching Was Animated By What I Was Reading And Being Excited By As A Poet.

I Don't Miss Teaching. I'm Learning To Take My Time For Myself.

At Home In Ireland, There's A Habit Of Avoidance, An Ironical Attitude Towards The Authority Figure.