What Will Die With Me

You May Win Your Heart's Desire, But In The End You're Cheated Of It By Death.

Art Always Opts For The Individual, The Concrete; Art Is Not Platonic.

Yo, Que Me Figuraba El Paraíso / Bajo La Especie De Una Biblioteca. I Have Always Imagined Paradise As A Kind Of Library.

I Secretly Assumed, As Poets Do, The Duty On Me To Define The Moon.

Beyond My Anxiety, Beyond This Writing, The Universe Waits, Inexhaustible, Inviting.