You can’t imagine her being easily swayed by sentiment or fancy.
Anyone who thinks that the life of a poet consists of long periods of solitary oscillation broken only by flagons of booze and occasional pieces of stale Ryvita should think again.
She runs through her engagements after her stint in north Wales where she’s teaching a course with the Welsh laureate, Gillian Clarke.
‘A lot of people in the audience still weren’t back in their houses.
I wrote a little poem about it, but I would have done that anyway. It was as simple as that.’ One of the things she has tried to do as laureate is encourage interest in other contemporary poets, of whom there are a great many good ones, she insists.