...in a good poem the poet disappears. That's what the struggle with language is all about. The point is that in the finished poem you don't lay yourself bare. You create a strongbox of words. - Vicki Feaver

Young or old / What was I but the story told / By an unageing one? (Kathleen Raine, from 'Ah, many, many are the dead...')

The glittering dance of brilliants must be strung / On that dark thread of sadness which is time - 'Sunt Lacrimae Rerum', Vernon Scannell