We Ourselves Are The Entities To Be

Questioning Is The Piety Of Thought.

We Still By No Means Think Decisively Enough About The Essence Of Action.

We Would Like Only, For Once, To Get To Where We Are Already.

To Be A Poet In A Destitute Time Means: To Attend, Singing, To The Trace Of The Fugitive Gods. This Is Why The Poet In The Time Of The World's Night Utters The Holy.

I Take Great Pleasure, Every Day, In Seeing My Work Deeply Rooted In Our Native Soil.