I Think That My Work

I Have Never Thought I Could Take It, Not Even For The Children. It Is All I Have Wanted To Do, To Stand Between Them And And Pain. But I Come From A Long Line Of Women Who Put Themselves First.

The Amount Of Horror One Used To Hear About In One Village Could Be Quite Extreme. But One Might Not Have Heard About All The Other Villages' Horrors At The Same Time.

I Think That My Work Is Easy To Understand Because I Am Not A Thinker, I Am Not A... How Can I Put It? I Write The Way I Perceive, I Guess.

I'm Not Asking A Poem To Carry A Lot Of Rocks In Its Pockets. Just Being An Ordinary Observer And Liver And Feeler And Letting The Experience Get Through You Onto The Notebook With The Pen, Through The Arm, Out Of The Body, Onto The Page, Without Distortion.

I Was A Late Bloomer. But Anyone Who Blooms At All, Ever, Is Very Lucky.