The Reason A Poet Is

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

Love Is Like A Reservoir Of Kindness And Pleasure, Like Silos And Pools During A Siege.

God Has Pity On Kindergarten Children

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

I’ve Never Been In Those Places Where I’ve Never Been And Never Will Be, I Have No Share In The Infinity Of Light-years And Dark-years, But The Darkness Is Mine, And The Light, And My Time Is My Own.