But I'm Too Old To Be Written

My Earliest Poems Were A Way Of Talking To Somebody. I Suppose To Myself.

I Say, Father, The Years Have Brought Me Here, Still Your Son, They Have Brought Me To A Life I Cannot Understand.

No One Can Write Like Vallejo And Not Sound Like A Fraud. He's Just Too Much Himself And Not You.

My Temperament Is Not Geared To That Of A Novelist.

Now I Think Poetry Will Save Nothing From Oblivion, But I Keep Writing About The Ordinary Because For Me It's The Home Of The Extraordinary, The Only Home.