I don't live for poetry. I live far more than anybody else does.

I'm trying to climb up both walls at once.

I don't live for poetry. I live far more than anybody else does.

There is a grace of life which is still yours, my dear Europe.

I'm one of the cliches that has grown up.

Forgive me if I sleep until I wake up.

Whatever you have to say, leave The roots on, let them Dangle And the dirt Just to make clear Where they come from.