Without Hope We Are Lost.

May Poetry And God's Name Have Mercy On Us!

I've Built My Homeland, I've Even Founded My State - In My Language.

Have I Had Two Roads, I Would Have Chosen Their Third.

I Thought Poetry Could Change Everything, Could Change History And Could Humanize, And I Think That The Illusion Is Very Necessary To Push Poets To Be Involved And To Believe, But Now I Think That Poetry Changes Only The Poet.

She Does Not Love You. Your Metaphors Thrill Her You Are Her Poet. But That's All There's To It.