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

As Anyone Who Has The Slightest Knowledge Of My Work Knows, I Have Little In Common With Larkin, Who Was Tall, Taciturn And Thin-on-top, And Unlike Him I Laugh, Nay, Sneer, In The Face Of Death. I Will Concede One Point: We Are Both Lesbian Poets.

You Have Me Like A Drawing, Erased, Coloured In, Untitled, Signed By Your Tongue.

Poets Sing Our Human Music For Us.

If We Think Of What's Up Ahead, With Climate Change And Wars Over Water, It's Very Frightening.