When you play chess alone it's always your move.
Here is something we can all count on. Sooner or later our tribe always comes to ask us to agree to murder.
I was already dozing off in the shade, dreaming that the rustling trees were my many selves explaining themselves all at the same time so that I could not make out a single word. My life was a beautiful mystery on the verge of understanding, always on the verge! Think of it!
The poem I want to write is impossible. A stone that floats.
The secret wish of poetry is to stop time.
Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.