For a poet to forget about song would be like living in a house and forgetting ever to go upstairs, or not realising that the door at the end of the corridor led into the west wing, or strolling to the edge of your garden and thinking: there’s a path over there leading down to the sea, but I’d better not take it…
          James Fenton on setting poems to music : Review—Saturday Guardian—31.03.07, London, England