Each Arrow You Shoot Off Carries Its

You're Rowing By Wordlight

Black Milk Of Daybreak We Drink It At Sundown.

No One Bears Witness For The Witness

There's Nothing In The World For Which A Poet Will Give Up Writing, Not Even He Is A Jew And The Language Of His Poems Is German.

The Language With Which I Make My Poems Has Nothing To Do With One Spoken Here, Or Anywhere.