I write what's given me to write.

I was eighteen or nineteen years old, and I'd get these genius ideas for novels and try to finish then in three or four days without going to sleep.

It would be nice to stumble onto one of those great projects so I could stay busy right through my dotage, but I'm not counting on it.

But I'm too old to be written about as a young poet.

Meet some people who care about poetry the way you do. You'll have that readership. Keep going until you know you're doing work that's worthy. And then see what happens. That's my advice.

I started listening to music when I wrote when I had three sons at home.

Back then, I couldn't have left a poem a year and gone back to it.

My father's life seemed and still seems utterly mysterious to me. He came alone to the States from Russia at age eleven.

My mother carried on and supported us; her ambition had been to write poetry and songs.