The ambitions of my contemporaries in the U.S. are so, so…so *modest*. Some are gifted, dedicated poets, but they imagine there’s a virtue in thinking small. There isn’t, not for a poet. Now, one can write short lyrics with an expansive vision. What matters is audacity, talent, and hard work.
Oh, and you have to avoid the MFA traps. If you fall into one of those, you’ll never escape.
I would like eventually to make poems worthy of Homer and Milton, Dante and Virgil, and of course Master Shakespeare. Yes, that would be worth all the time and sacrifice – to make something beautiful, true, and good; something that just might outlive me.