Silence is the only language god speaks.
The stone is a mirror which works poorly. Nothing in it but dimness. Your dimness or its dimness, who's to say? In the hush your heart sounds like a black cricket.
Poems are other people's snapshots in which we see our own lives.
I slept little, read a lot, and fell in love frequently.
The secret wish of poetry is to stop time.
Insomnia is an all-night travel agency with posters advertising faraway places.