Always in a foreign country, the poet uses poetry as an interpreter.
By the light of our insistent truths we wander into death
Through the ear, we shall enter the invisibility of things.
Wound me . . . I can only feed on my humiliated blood.
One rose is enough for the dawn
How could an argument soothe or settle a controversy when every word is a nest for a bird of doubt? (meaning of words as inferences)