Q&A …

… Paris Review - Kay Ryan, The Art of Poetry No. 94. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

The problem for me was that I willed my poetry at first. I had too much control. But in time the benevolences of metaphor and rhyme sent me down their rabbit holes, in new directions, so that my will—my intention—was sent hither and yon. And in that mix of intention and diversion, I could get a tiny inkling of things far beyond me.