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The point about poetry, my father used to say, is that you can't
pretend. It has to come from the heart, in the same way that a
painting reflects your own colours, dictated by your own emotions.
It talks about something rational but has to include the warmth of
your personal feelings as well as the intensity of rhyme and metre
to make it work. Reading Yeats' poetry systematically for the first
time I was looking for a relationship with a young woman, leading
to the birth of a son brought up by another woman as her own.
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