Once More I Am The

Love! Love Until The Night Collapses!

What Will They Say About My Poetry Who Never Touched My Blood?

I Have Never Thought Of My Life As Divided Between Poetry And Politics.

Cómo Se Acuerda Con Los Pájaros La Traducción De Sus Idiomas?

I Love All Things, Not Because They Are Passionate Or Sweet-smelling But Because, I Don't Know, Because This Ocean Is Yours, And Mine: These Buttons And Wheels And Little Forgotten Treasures, Fans Upon Whose Feathers Love Has Scattered Its Blossoms, Glasses, Knives And Scissors -- All Bear The Trace Of Someone's Fingers On Their Handle Or Surface, The Trace Of A Distant Hand Lost In The Depths Of Forgetfulness.