I Am The Rest Between Two Notes

No Great Art Has Ever Been Made Without The Artist Having Known Danger.

I Have Patience For Centuries In Me And Will Live As Though My Time Were Very Big.

Oh Longing For Places That Were Not Cherished Enough In That Fleeting Hour How I Long To Make Good From Afar The Forgotten Gesture, The Additional Act.

One Moment Your Life Is A Stone In You, And The Next Moment A Star!

Girls, There Are Poets Who Learn From You To Say, What You, In Your Aloneness, Are; And They Learn Through You To Live Distantness, As The Evenings Through The Great Stars Become Accustomed To Eternity.