When a poet's mind is perfectly equipped for its work, it is constantly amalgamating disparate experience ?in the mind of the poet these experiences are always forming new wholes.
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
It's not wise to violate rules until you know how to observe them.
Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'/Let us go and make our visit.
Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.
Light Light The visible reminder of Invisible Light.