Your absence has gone through me
We are not born to survive. Only to live.
Modern poetry, for me, began not in English at all but in Spanish, in the poems of Lorca.
What you remember saves you.
My words are the garment of what I shall never be Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy.
What I really believe is the only hopeful relation between our life and the whole of life is one of reverence and respect and of feeling at one with it. The other attitude which is the one our society is based on is devastating and it is killing the earth and it is killing us too.