In this most Christian of worlds all poets are Jews.
I am a moonbeam, free to go whenever I choose.
Wings are freedom only when they are wide open in flight. On one's back they are a heavy weight.
My verses are my diary. My poetry is a poetry of proper names.
However much you feed a wolf, it always looks to the forest. We are all wolves of the dense forest of Eternity.
My favorite mode of communication is in the world beyond: a dream, to see in a dream. My second favorite is correspondence.