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There’s one of my new poems actually – is a good example of where my poetry has ended up. My earlier river poetry was more like a cross between Shelley and Dylan Thomas.

Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.

If the object of poetry is, to make men, then poetry is the heir of prophecy.

A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

The poets are only the interpreters of the Gods.

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.

The generous Critic fann’d the Poet’s fire, And taught the world with reason to admire.

I always liked the magic of poetry but now I’m just starting to see behind the curtain of even the best poets, how they’ve used, tried and tested craft to create the illusion. Wonderful feeling of exhilaration to finally be there.

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.