Anyway, it's liberating when you get to a point in a poem where you can legitimately deviate from the form, and I like the tension that can exist between expectation and execution. Like there's something a little more idiosyncratic or individual going on.
Poets, I dare you to choose, for one night, the ambrosia over the ashes.
The ordinary can be absolutely miraculous.
People can't put on an opera, but they can write a poem. It's accessible art.
I'm still young enough to think that death is something that happens to other people.
Lifetimes went past. With the critical mass of hardly more than the thought of a thought I kept on, headlong, to vanishing point. I looked for an end, for some dimension to hold hard and resist. But I still exist.
Boy with the name and face I don't remember, you can stop shouting now, I can still hear you.
In a life, most of us turn no more than 45 degrees. Not much compared to those who turn full-circle in the slighest breeze or those who totally uncoil, but enough in the end to tell a bag of diamonds from a sack of coal.
Think, two things on their own and both at once.
Right here you made an angel of yourself, free-falling backwards into last night's snow, indenting a straight, neat, crucified shape, then flapping your arms, one stroke, a great bird, to leave the impression of wings. It worked.
That heart had been an apple once, they reckoned. Green. They had a scheme to plant an apple there again beginning with a pip, but he rejected it.
Mother, any distance greater than a single span requires a second pair of hands.
Ignite the flares, connect the phones, wind all the clocks; the sun goes rusty like a medal in its box - collect it from the loft. Peg out the stars, replace the bulbs of Jupiter and Mars. A man like that takes something with him when he dies, but he has wept the coins that rested on his eyes, eased out the stopper from the mouthpiece of the cave, exhumed his own white body from the grave.
I've made out a will: I'm leaving myself to the National Health. I'm sure they can use the jellies and tubes and syrups and glues...
Here's how they rated him when the looked back: sometimes he did this, sometimes he did that.