But I'm Too Old To Be Written

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.

I Find You In These Tears, Few, Useless And Here At Last. Don't Come Back.

But Most Commonly, It's One Poem That I Work On With A Lot Of Intensity.

My Father Died When I Was Five, But I Grew Up In A Strong Family.

Back Then, I Couldn't Have Left A Poem A Year And Gone Back To It.