A Flutist Who Is Moved

When The Theater Gates Open, A Mob Pours Inside, And It Is The Poet's Task To Turn It Into An Audience.

The Likeness Of The World? A Shadow! And World's Glory? A Dream!

You Even Called Me Stupid In Your Verse, And I'm Almost Agreeing, For Where Stupidity Is Involved, You Are Quite An Expert, Friend.

Women, Children, Tyroleans And Preachers Want To Create A New Kingdom Of God, But The God Of Their Kingdom Looks Like Women, Children, Preachers, And Tyrolians.

Compilers Resemble Gluttonous Eaters Who Devour Excessive Quantities Of Healthy Food Just To Excrete Them As Refuse.