God Has Pity On Kindergarten

The Soul Inside Me Is The Last Foreign Language I'm Learning.

I Try To Stay A Civilian, To Live As A Human, Not As A Poet.

It Was Not An Adventure; It Was My Life.

From The Place Where We Are Right, Flowers Will Not Grow In The Spring.

The Memory Of My Father Is Wrapped Up In White Paper, Like Sandwiches Taken For A Day Of Work. Just As A Magician Takes Towers And Rabbits Out Of His Hat, He Drew Love From His Small Body.