I am a bit embarassed about the success of the Cat POems, which I have
always thought frivolous and not my real work. But the truth is that
they are what the woman in the street wants out of my poetry.
'Skiathos', although in my 'Selected Poems', has been seen by only
a relatively small number of people so I thought I would air it.
The language is very unexceptional and I was muzzy this morning
when I wrote the introductory note. I should have said 'a description
of classic Paranoid schizophrenia'. I was using medical parlance,
not literary re classic. And Rupert Brooke lies on Skyros, not
adjacent Skorpios. I was very muzzy. But my real work has always
been the love poems, of which 'Skiathos' is not an example.
I have posted a few of them in the past. I dont write them any more.
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