How do poems grow? They grow out of your life.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Poems seem to have a life of their own. They tell you when enough is enough.
Manifesting that order of poetry where we can at last grow up to that which we stored up as we grew.
Poetry is one of the few nasty childhood habits I've managed to grow out of.
My poems are always about my life in one way or another.
A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring of tissue, so does every poet put forth a fresh outlay of stuff at the same season.
For better or worse, poetry is my life.
It's absolutely crucial to maintain my life as a poet.
I think poetry always lives its life, and people come to it and people go away from it, 'people' in the sense of larger numbers of people. It's as though you begin to think that poetry is a resource, and that at certain times people seem to need it or want it or can find sustenance in it, and at other times they can't.
I can find some way to make poetry out of my life's experiences.
Poems are endlessly renewable resources. Whatever you bring to them, at whatever stage of life, gets mirrored back, refracted, reread in new ways.