In Reality Art Is Always

I Am Perhaps A Late Follower Of Zoroaster And I Believe That The Foundation Of Life Is Built Upon The Struggle Between The Two Opposing Forces Of Good And Evil.

But Poets Were Not Considered Dangerous And They Were Advised To Exercise Self-censorship. At Most, Poets Were Requested Not To Write At All. I Took Advantage Of This Negative Liberty.

The Poet Does Not Know - Often He Will Never Know - Whom He Really Writes For.

Happiness, For You We Walk On A Knife Edge. To The Eyes You Are A Flickering Light, To The Feet, Thin Ice That Cracks; And So May No One Touch You Who Loves You.

This Proves That Great Lyric Poetry Can Die, Be Reborn, Die Again, But Will Always Remain One Of The Most Outstanding Creations Of The Human Soul.