I Grow Old … I

Do Not Let Me Hear Of The Wisdom Of Old Men, But Rather Of Their Folly, Their Fear Of Fear And Frenzy, Their Fear Of Possession, Of Belonging To Another, Or To Others, Or To God. The Only Wisdom We Can Hope To Acquire Is The Wisdom Of Humility: Humility Is Endless.

In Order To Arrive At What You Are Not, You Must Go Through The Way In Which You Are Not.

Taking The Question In General, I Should Say, In The Case Of Many Poets, That The Most Important Thing For Them To Do ... Is To Write As Little As Possible

Shall I Part My Hair Behind? Do I Dare To Eat A Peach?

I Have Heard The Mermaids Singing, Each To Each. I Do Not Think That They Will Sing To Me.