Forgive me if I do not understand many of your poems.
In fact, any of them. For I am told on good authority
that they achieve ‘the rich complexity of actuality’
and that you are a poet ‘of luminous curiosity,
confident in melding myth with redemptive ambiguity’.
The fault then must surely lie with me.
For I lack the confidence and curiosity
to clamber over the wire fence
surrounding your complex actuality.
Without a torch, I would lose my way,
and in the melding myth of the compound
risk being torn to pieces by Cerberus,
or falling into the pit of redemptive ambiguity.
Forgive me.