The advantage of poetry over life is that poetry, if it is sharp enough, may last.

At first I saw you everywhere. Now only in certain things, at longer intervals.

The master said you must write what you see / But what I see does not move me / The master answered Change what you see.

The soul is silent. If it speaks at all it speaks in dreams.

I had nothing and I was still changed. Like a costume, my numbness was taken away. Then hunger was added.

He takes her in his arms He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you But he thinks this is a lie, so he says in the end You're dead, nothing can hurt you which seems to him a more promising beginning, more true.

What was difficult was the travel, which, on arrival, is forgotten.