Justice and mercy/ Are human dreams, they do not concern the birds nor the fish nor eternal God.

Death's a fierce meadowlark: but to die having made / Something more equal to the centuries / Than muscle and bone, is mostly to shed weakness.

They import and they consume reality.

Corruption never has been compulsory; when the cities lie at the monster's feet there are left the mountains.

Poetry is not a civilizer, rather the reverse, for great poetry appeals to the most primitive instincts.

Long live freedom and damn the ideologies.

Seagulls . . . slim yachts of the element.