I Ask Of Any God, Of Any

I Think Of Myself Primarily As A Reader, Then Also A Writer, But That's More Or Less Irrelevant. I Think I'm A Good Reader, I'm A Good Reader In Many Languages, Especially In English, Since Poetry Came To Me Through The English Language, Initially Through My Father's Love Of Swinburn, Of Tennyson, And Also Of Keats, Shelley And So On - Not Through My Native Tongue, Not Through Spanish. It Came To Me As A Kind Of Spell. I Didn't Understand It, But I Felt It.

Time, Which Despoils Castles, Enriches Verses.

The Future Is Inevitable And Precise, But It May Not Occur. God Lurks In The Gaps.

Time Forks Perpetually Toward Innumerable Futures.

May Heaven Exist, Even If My Place Is Hell.