I Was The Owner Of My Own

We Came By Night To The Fortunate Isles, And Lay Like Fish Under The Net Of Our Kisses.

On Our Earth, Before Writing Was Invented, Before The Printing Press Was Invented, Poetry Flourished. That Is Why We Know That Poetry Is Like Bread; It Should Be Shared By All, By Scholars And By Peasants, By All Our Vast, Incredible, Extraordinary Family Of Humanity.

Love Is A Clash Of Lightnings

I Don't Know Who It Is Who Lives Or Dies, Who Rests Or Wakes, But It Is Your Heart That Distributes All The Graces Of The Daybreak In My Breast.

What Does Autumn Go On Paying For With So Much Yellow Money?