We Are Captives Of What We Love,

The Importance Of Poetry Is Not Measured, Finally, By What The Poet Says But By How He Says It.

I See Poetry As Spiritual Medicine.

I See What I Want Of Love... I See Horses Making The Meadow Dance, Fifty Guitars Sighing, And A Swarm Of Bees Suckling The Wild Berries, And I Close My Eyes Until I See Our Shadow Behind This Dispossessed Place... I See What I Want Of People: Their Desire To Long For Anything, Their Lateness In Getting To Work And Their Hurry To Return To Their Folk... And Their Need To Say: Good Morning.

The Poem Is In My Hands, And Can Run Stories Through Her Hands.

We Suffer From An Incurable Malady: Hope.