I think it was Milosz, the Polish poet, who when he lay in a doorway and watched the bullets lifting the cobbles out of the street beside him realised that most poetry is not equipped for life in a world where people actually die. But some is.

As Popa penetrates deeper into his life, with book after book, it begins to look like a Universe passing through a Universe. It is one of the most exciting things in modern poetry, to watch this journey being made.

It took the whole of Creation to produce my foot, my each feather: now I hold Creation in my foot.

Do as you like with me. I'm your parcel. I have only our address on me. Open me, or readdress me.

There is no better way to know us Than as two wolves, come separately to a wood.

You could become internationally famous - you're Gemini, and according to antique authority have a literary talent, which of course your letters prove.

You are who you choose to be.