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I Am Always Pleased To Be Asked To Write A Poem.

How Would You Prepare To Die On A Perfect April Evening?

I Have Piles Of Poetry Books In The Bathroom, On The Stairs, Everywhere. The Only Way To Write Poetry Is To Read It.

I Think The Dangers Are Different Now. Our Abuse Of The Planet And Our Resources Is An Anxiety.

Having A Child Takes You Back To All Those Parts Of Your Own Childhood That You Had Hidden Away.