“I myself am bored / of fig leaves, of shames / I did not choose” – from ‘About Ana’

The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day, the lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea - Thomas Gray, 'Elegy written in a county church yard'

Herbert takes on the major forms of ode and elegy, adding satire, comedy and the ancient Scottish tradition of extended insult, as well as modes still undefined. - Sean O'Brien

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Percy Bysshe Shelley, 'Ode to a Skylark'

The poetry of the earth is never dead. John Keats

Hampton is an open-minded writer, with the uncertainties and hesitations of the true seeker. - Stephen Lawrence