And if you ask me how, I do not know. I only feel it, and I’m torn in two. Seamus Heaney’s love-poem to marriage, The Skunk, combines exile and erotica, moving from an American wilderness ...

As a poet myself now, that fascination with the written word remains, although it has evolved from limericks to sonnets and free-verse love poems as well. I often hear from peers and students that ...