of his life. "That's when I found out that the world was arbitrary. At the age of six." In "My Father Before Me", which describes a recent pilgrimage to his father's grave in the Sai Wan war cemetery in Hong Kong, the poet relates his phenomenal creative energy to this early loss: "Back at the gate, I turn to face the hill,/Your headstone lost again among the rest./I have no time to waste, much less to kill./My life is yours, my curse to be so blessed."from The Guardian: A life in books
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