I don’t think you can write a poem for
more than two hours. After that you’re going round in circles, and it’s much
better to leave it for twenty-four hours, by which time your subconscious or
whatever has solved the block and you’re ready to go on. The best writing
conditions I ever had were in Belfast, when I was working at the University
there…. I wrote between eight and ten in the evenings, then went to the
University bar till eleven, then played cards or talked with friends till one
or two. The first part of the evening had the second part to look forward to,
and I could enjoy the second part with a clear conscience because I’d done my
two hours…. I wrote short poems quite quickly. Longer ones would take weeks or
even months. I used to find that I was never sure I was going to finish a poem
until I had thought of the last line. Of course, the last line was sometimes
the first one you thought of! But usually the last line would come when I’d
done about two-thirds of the poem, and then it was just a matter of closing the
gap….
You write because you have to. If you
rationalize it, it seems as if you’ve seen this sight, felt this feeling, had
this vision, and have got to find a combination of words that will preserve it
by setting it off in other people. The duty is to the original experience. It
doesn’t feel like self-expression, though it may look like it. As for whom you
write for, well, you write for everybody. Or anybody who will listen.
I shouldn’t normally show what I’d
written to anyone: what would be the point? You remember Tennyson reading an
unpublished poem to [his friend of 40 years, Benjamin] Jowett [,Master of Balliol College, Oxford]; when he had finished, Jowett said, “I shouldn’t
publish that if I were you, Tennyson.” Tennyson replied, “If it comes to that,
Master, the sherry you gave us at lunch was downright filthy.” That’s about all
that can happen.
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