I Am A Writer Perhaps Because I

We Don't Ask A Flower Any Special Reason For Its Existence. We Just Look At It And Are Able To Accept It As Being Something Different From Ourselves.

I Like The Concentration, The Crush; I Like Working With Language, As Others Like Working With Clay, Or Notes.

And If Sun Comes / How Shall We Greet Him? / Shall We Not Dread Him, / Shall We Not Fear Him / After So Lengthy A / Session With Shade?

What Shall I Give My Children? Who Are Poor, / Who Are Adjudged The Leastwise Of The Land...

I Felt That I Had To Write. Even If I Had Never Been Published, I Knew That I Would Go On Writing, Enjoying It And Experiencing The Challenge.