Born in July 18, 1926 / Died in October 26, 2001 / United Kingdom / English
Do they know they're old, these two who are my father and my mother whose fire from which I came, has now grown cold?
I hate a word like "pets": it sounds so much Like something with no living of its own.
For me, poetry is always a search for order.
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