I Write What's Given Me

I'm Seventy-one Now, So It's Hard To Imagine A Dramatic Change.

Now I Think Poetry Will Save Nothing From Oblivion, But I Keep Writing About The Ordinary Because For Me It's The Home Of The Extraordinary, The Only Home.

I Was Very Lucky To Have A Mother Who Encouraged Me To Become A Poet.

I Started Listening To Music When I Wrote When I Had Three Sons At Home.

But I'm Too Old To Be Written About As A Young Poet.