In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.

Without doubt I praise the wild excellence.

When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?

In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?

Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots?

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.

You came to my life with what you were bringing, made of light and bread and shadow I expected you, and Like this I need you, Like this I love you, and to those who want to hear tomorrow that which I will not tell them, let them read it here, and let them back off today because it is early for these arguments.