-But I've just noticed that my mind is asleep.

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!

I shed more tears than God could ever have required.

And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.

I dreamed of Crusades, voyages of discovery that nobody had heard of, republics without histories, religious wars stamped out, revolutions in morals, movements of races and continents; I used to believe in every kind of magic. I began it as an investigation. I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

I could never throw Love out of the window.

It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.