In My Case, The Long Gaps Between

I've Said What I'm Prepared To Say In My Poems, And Then Journalists Think That You're Going To Tell Them A Whole Lot More.

On Waterloo Bridge Where We Said Our Goodbyes, The Weather Conditions Bring Tears To My Eyes. I Wipe Them Away With A Black Woolly Glove And Try Not To Notice I've Fallen In Love On Waterloo Bridge I Am Trying To Think: This Is Nothing. You're High On The Charm And The Drink. But The Juke-box Inside Me Is Playing A Song That Says Something Different. And When Was It Wrong? On Waterloo Bridge With The Wind In My Hair I Am Tempted To Skip. You're A Fool. I Don't Care. The Head Does Its Best But The Heart Is The Boss- I Admit It Before I Am Halfway Across

There Are So Many Kinds Of Awful Men One Can't Avoid Them All. She Often Said She'd Never Make The Same Mistake Again: She Always Made A New Mistake Instead.

I Always Tell Students That Writing A Poem And Publishing It Are Two Quite Separate Things, And You Should Write What You Have To Write, And If You're Afraid It's Going To Upset Someone, Don't Publish It.

Bloody Men Are Like Bloody Buses - You Wait For About A Year And As Soon As One Approaches Your Stop Two Or Three Others Appear.