Poetry Is News Brought To

It Is Sweet To Think I Was A Companion In An Expedition That Never Ends

What Is Poetry Which Does Not Save Nations Or People?

The Voice Of Passion Is Better Than The Voice Of Reason. The Passionless Cannot Change History.

From Life, From The Apple Cut By The Flaming Knife, What Grain Will Be Saved? My Son, Believe Me, Nothing Remains, Only Adult Toil, The Furrow Of Fate In The Palm. Only Toil, Nothing More.

A Day So Happy. Fog Lifted Early. I Worked In The Garden. Hummingbirds Were Stopping Over Honeysuckle Flowers. There Was No Thing On Earth I Wanted To Possess. I Know No One Worth My Envying Him.