To open the dictionary of the Beyond and discover what one suspected, that the only word in it is nothing.
From the reader's view, a poem is more demanding than prose.
Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure.
We’re only here for a short while. And I think it’s such a lucky accident, having been born, that we’re almost obliged to pay attention.
Nothing is the destiny of everyone, it is our commonness made dumb.
I haven’t met God and I haven’t been to heaven, so I’m skeptical.