This conversation was initiated by poets’ individual answers to the editor’s questions, and then developed as they responded to each other’s replies.

MT: Part of the pleasure of writing (and teaching) sonnets is that you have an instant sense of community. The sonnet relieves us of our loneliness; as soon as you settle into its parameters, the conversation begins. As Christopher Ricks says, ‘the one thing allusion provides and calls upon is company (the society of dead poets being a living resource in its company)’. I think about Heaney’s ‘Out of Shot’ (from District and Circle), where he quietly calls upon several fellow poets (Petrarch for the rhyme scheme, Yeats for content). By using the words ‘lost’ and ‘loosed’ repeatedly, Heaney echoes the prophetic Yeats, ‘Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, / The blood-dimmed tide is loosed’ from ‘The Second Coming’, which is not a sonnet but hints at the dimensions of one as the first stanza is eight lines long and the second is fourteen lines; this poem is definitely a sounding-board or springboard for Heaney’s sonnet (of a donkey, he writes, ‘Loosed from a cart that had loosed five mortar shells / … / Lost to its owner, lost for its sunlit hills.’). Note how Heaney positions his rhyming partners at line’s beginning and middle, not line’s end.