After 25 books of poetry, a biography, and thousands of poems and articles, I'm thinking of becoming serious about writing. My latest book of poetry in English is "Layers" (2012) but I feel a few more coming. Whatever results, it's clear my concentration is on communication, with humor as a means of enabling transmitting even the most painful and pleasurable of experiences. On the back cover of "Layers" is a poem: Admit it

There was a reason you picked me up
the size, shape, awakened an ache
the heft felt true to your hand
It’s only a book, so you might
give up in the middle
or the beginning of your browsing

But admit it
You’ll remember me