I mean this very respectfully, but are you crazy? When I first read a few of your poems, what I understood as the limits of possibility in poetry shifted up a few levels of excellence. I'm still integrating that shift. I don't even have words to explain how GOOD your writing is. Please don't stop writing. It would be like painting over Eurydike.

I realize that things like this don't make any difference to the inner editor, let alone the inner critic, but please try to take me somewhat seriously, even though I am not a good poet or a very skilled reader.