Landscape is my religion....God in a green legend, I lean over the poolIn a testament of leaves. I dangle my twinkling mood Before me in a cool cave roofed with branchesAnd floored with a skin of water.
All I write about is what's happened to me and to people I know, and the better I know them, the more likely they are to be written about.
In fact a lot of them I think are absolute baloney. Those Charles Olsens and people like that. At first I was interested in seeing what they were up to, what they were doing, why they were doing it. They never moved me in the way that one is moved by true poetry.
People haven't got the interest in long long works these days. A lack of interest which I share.
I said I have no powers of invention. Well, I also have no powers of mimicry.
I don't think of myself all the time.
If I wrote a play with four characters every single one of them would talk like me regardless of age or sex.
And in a way, that's been a help to me, because I take great passions for a particular poet - sometimes it lasts for many years, sometimes only for a while. This happens to everybody.
However, I learned something. I thought that if the young person, the student, has poetry in him or her, to offer them help is like offering a propeller to a bird.
When I talk of hearing a poet's voice speaking, I always think of it as in the presence of the man.
Well, I'm a light traveller. I chuck things away.
But I hang on to books. I love them. I even think they're very nice decor in a room - far better than paintings... That's not quite true!
I used to have a great love for Dostoyevsky and Tolstoy, the big boys of the last century.
I'm very gregarious, but I love being in the hills on my own.
Well, I love fishing. I wouldn't kill a fly myself but I've no hesitation in killing a fish. A lot of men are like that. No bother. Out you come. Thump. And that's not the only reason.