"I wanted to write poetry in the beginning because I had fallen in love with words."

"I fell in love — that is the only expression I can think of — at once, and am still at the mercy of words, though som…"

"And the sabbath rang slowly In the pebbles of the holy streams."

"Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea."

"The first poems I knew were nursery rhymes, and before I could read them for myself I had come to love just the words…"

"I did not care what the words said, overmuch, nor what happened to Jack & Jill & the Mother Goose rest of them; I car…"

"In the sun that is young once only, Time let me play and be Golden in the mercy of his means."

"Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The nigh…"

"And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long, In…"

"You can tear a poem apart to see what makes it technically tick, and say to yourself, when the works are laid out bef…"