Political poetry is more profoundly emotional than any other-at least as much as love poetry-and cannot be forced because then it becomes vulgar and unacceptable. It is necessary first to pan though all other poetry in order to become a political poet.

Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots?

Then Scale by scale, We strip off The delicacy And eat The peaceful mush Of its green heart.

It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Who hears the regrets of the thieving automobile? Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?