. . . We love fog because it shifts old anomalies into the elements surrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing
Poetry begins where language starts: in the shadows and accidents of one personâ??s life.
I have always loved American poetry which is very different from Irish poetry.
Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it.
Beauty has as many meanings as man has moods.
Love will heal What language fails to know
If I defer the grief I will diminish the gift.
Sleep in a world your final sleep has woken
It has always seemed to me a great honor to be called an Irish poet. I don't think I will ever lose that but it's also a great honor to be a woman poet. I put those things together.
I'm really fortunate to be at Stanford. I go home every 10 weeks but Stanford apart from being just a wonderful university is one of the places that are part of a great conversation.