Poetry Is A Sort Of Homecoming.

He Speaks Truly Who Speaks The Shade.

You're Rowing By Wordlight

German Poetry Is Going In A Very Different Direction From French Poetry.... Its Language Has Become More Sober, More Factual. It Distrusts "beauty." It Tries To Be Truthful.

We Are Told That When Hölderlin Went 'mad,' He Constantly Repeated, 'nothing Is Happening To Me, Nothing Is Happening To Me.'

There Was Earth Inside Them, And They Dug.