I feel myself part of something. Not only being part of a community but part of an actual moment and a movement of Irish writing and art. That sense of being part of the whole thing is the deepest joy.
The kind of poet who founds and reconstitutes values is somebody like Yeats or Whitman – these are public value-founders.
I have begun to think of life as a series of ripples widening out from an original center.
As writers and readers, as sinners and citizens, our realism and our aesthetic sense make us wary of crediting the positive note.
Sonnet is about movement in a form.
In Northern Ireland, helicopters are not usually used to promote poetry.
The end of art is peace.
But that citizen’s perception was also at one with the truth in recognizing that the very brutality of the means by which the IRA were pursuing change was destructive of the trust upon which new possibilities would have to be based.
Even if the last move did not succeed, the inner command says move again.
I’m not personally obsessed with death. At a certain age, the light that you live in is inhabited by the shades – it ’tis.