It Is Sweet To Think I Was

The Soul Exceeds Its Circumstances.

It Isn't Pleasant To Surrender To The Hegemony Of A Nation Which Is Still Wild And Primitive, And To Concede The Absolute Superiority Of Its Customs And Institutions, Science And Technology, Literature And Art. Must One Sacrifice So Much In The Name Of The Unity Of Mankind?

It Is Sweet To Think I Was A Companion In An Expedition That Never Ends

All Was Taken Away From You: White Dresses, Wings, Even Existence.

I Am Composed Of Contradictions, Which Is Why Poetry Is A Better Form For Me Than Philosophy