But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?

Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.

And now listen carefully. You in others-this is your soul. This is what you are. This is what your consciousness has breathed and lived on and enjoyed throughout your life-your soul, your immortality, your life in others. And what now? You have always been in others and you will remain in others. And what does it matter to you if later on that is called your memory? This will be you-the you that enters the future and becomes a part of it.

I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will also be necessary to bend down to hear it. It will always be too simple to be discussed in assemblies.

But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?

I am caught like a beast at bay. Somewhere are people, freedom, light, But all I hear is the baying of the pack, There is no way out for me.

What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth.