This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.

My choices are rejections, since there is no other way, but what I reject is more numerous, denser, more demanding than before. A little poem, a sigh, at the cost of indescribable losses.

And whatever I do will become forever what I've done.

This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.

I usually write for the individual reader -though I would like to have many such readers. There are some poets who write for people assembled in big rooms, so they can live through something collectively. I prefer my reader to take my poem and have a one-on-one relationship with it.

Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune's darlings.

Keep up the good work, if only for a while, if only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.