There's poem presence. And there's poem absence. There the poem forget he fell absence which reaches up from the bottom of a well to claim their right to clarity and pure air. There are poems fleeing their own consummation. There are poems returning to the delight of the known reader. Poems fleeing their drinking pure, poems become aware of his being there in action. I know poems that tell me nothing, poems that I would have written poems I know that his writing was absolutely necessary to change human life, not society.
Eduardo Milan