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In Spite Of All Temptations Of Belonging To Many Nations, I've Remained An Indian.

All You Who Sleep Tonight Far From The Ones You Love, No Hand To Left Or Right, An Emptiness Above-- Know That You Aren't Alone. The Whole World Shares Your Tears, Some For Two Nights Or One, And Some For All Your Years.

And The Process Of Reading Is Such A Private One. I Once Came Into A Room Where A Friend Of Mine Was Reading One Of My Books, And He Clicked His Tongue Impatiently And Shooed Me Off.

Everyone Sort Of Sees His Own Life And Times As Being Ephemeral. One Thinks That Everything Good Or Important That Happened, Happened In The Past. But I Think That Seeing Scenes That You Are Used To, But With The Heightening Effects Of Poetry, Perhaps Makes You Value Your Life And Times More Than You Might Otherwise Do.

Behind Every Door On Every Ordinary Street, In Every Hut In Every Ordinary Village In This Middling Planet Of A Trivial Star, Such Riches Are To Be Found. The Strange Journeys We Undertake On Our Earthly Pilgrimage, The Joy And Suffering We Taste Or Confer, The Chance Events That Leave Us Together Or Apart, What A Complex Trace They Leave: So Personal As To Be Almost Incommunicable, So Fugitive As To Be Almost Irrecoverable.