Also I wanted to be able to love And we all know how that one goes, don't we? Slowly

I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close, and open like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song where it falls down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery; I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know, whoever I was, I was alive for a little while.

Attention is the beginning of devotion.

Poetry isn't a profession, it's a way of life. It's an empty basket; you put your life into it and make something out of that.

The end of life has its own nature, also worth our attention.

I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know, whoever I was, I was alive for a little while.

When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.