I Have With Me All

Separation Your Absence Has Gone Through Me Like Thread Through A Needle. Everything I Do Is Stitched With Its Color.

We Travel Far And Fast And As We Pass Through We Forget Where We Have Been

We're Losing A Species Every Few Seconds. We Cannot Put Them Back. If We Change Our Mind And Say, 'oops, We Made A Mistake' - It's Too Late. This Is The World We Live With.

The Moment We Turn Over The Soil We Start Poisoning It And We Go On Poisoning It All The Way Through... And There's Probably Not A River In The United States That Doesn't Have Pesticide Poisoning In It. The Fish Are Dying. The Seas Are Getting Polluted. All Of These Things Are Happening. The Rain Forests Are Going. That's What The Context Is.

Modern Poetry, For Me, Began Not In English At All But In Spanish, In The Poems Of Lorca.