I Am Not My Own Friend.time Cuts

The Soul Exceeds Its Circumstances.

I've Always Regretted That I'm Made Of Contradictions. But, If Contradiction Is Impossible To Overcome, We Have To Accept Both Its Ends.

For A Country Without A Past Is Nothing, A Word That, Hardly Spoken, Loses Its Meaning, A Perishable Wall Destroyed By Flame, An Echo Of Animal Emotions.

What Is Poetry Which Does Not Save Nations Or People?

On The Day The World Ends A Bee Circles A Clover, A Fisherman Mends A Glimmering Net.