Most writers will know the feeling, though for poets it’s perhaps especially strong: at first, the problem is that there’s almost too much to write about, and too little time in which to get it all written; then after a while the supply of subject matter seems to dry up, and there is no end of time in which to carry on with the writing. Successful authors often solve this one by discovering that their own success (sorry, life) is a fascinating subject in itself; and very successful writers (we’re talking Nobel Prize level here) have a particular burden of significance to bear, as stoically as they can, in their continuing lives and letters.

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