The Surrealist Love Poems translated by Mary Ann Caws rearranged my entire poetic vocabulary back in 2002. Completely altered my thinking. "My love whose hair is woodfire/Her thoughts heat lightning / Her waist an hourglass / My love an otter in the tiger's jaws / Her mouth a rosette bouquet of stars of the highest magnitude / Her teeth footprints of white mice on white earth." - Andre Breton. When I think of that, it infects me. Dan and I conversed about it often and it gave him the inspiration you can certainly witness here.