When a man comes to one land from another land,
He pretty much better learn the language,
If it is different from his own.
I ran headlong into that situation a very long time ago.
And as it turned out...
I Had To Learn English If I Wanted To Eat!
I HAD TO LEARN ENGLISH IF I WANTED TO EAT (AN EXCERPT)
(San Francisco, California)
...The first poem I wrote in English was all the way back in... let's see... it was June of 1847.
I was living in San Francisco... I don't remember how I got there... and I needed to learn English.
I slept all day... and I spent the early part of my nights in St. Mary's Mission learning the language.
Afterward, I would hunt down a midnight meal... preying was so easy back then... study a little... write a little... and then gently close my coffin to start all over again the next night....