Quixote shines from Lorca and Picasso, From Dalí and El Greco,
Modern poetry, for me, began not in English at all but in Spanish, in the poems of Lorca.
I can’t listen to you. I can’t listen to your voice. It’s as though I’d drunk a bottle of anise and fallen asleep wrapped in a quilt of roses. It pulls me along – and I know I’m drowning – but I go on...