I started off in England and very few people knew I was Australian. I mean, the clues were in the poems, but they didn’t read them very carefully, and so for years and years I was considered completely part of the English poetry scene.

We cannot know what John of Leyden felt Under the Bishop ’s tongs – we can only Walk in temperate London, our educated city, Wishing to cry as freely as they did who died In the Age of Faith. We have our loneliness And our regret with which to build an eschatology.

Poetry is either language lit up by life or life lit up by language.

Poetry is either language lit up by life or life lit up by language

A professional is one who believes he has invented breathing.

Writing poetry is the only form of literary labour which gives me entire satisfaction.

Somewhere at the heart of the universe sounds the true mystic note: Me.

Much have I travelled in the realms of gold for which I thank the Paddington and Westminster Public Libraries.

Redeemers always reach the world too late. God dies, we live; God lives, we die. Our fate.

In the New World, happiness is enforced.