These bound words, once laid upon loose leaf, are scattered, written sometimes faster than I would think. Therefore, when I would read back through them, I would tend to be surprised. I donat think I knew what my writing was about until I finished retyping these poems for the book. Most of my poetry had the same theme. Out of the 800 or so poems that I had written over the years, most dealt with loss, if not death. I donat know what death I was writing about. Maybe it was a dying soul. But shortly after my book was accepted to be published, I experienced the pain of death as my dedication clearly shows. As I typed my poetry once more, I realized I had been preparing myself for what was to come. Many of my poems have hidden meanings, even to me. I think the first person to read my book should be me.
评价“Murky Waters”