In the kingdom of bang and blab.
In this place of light: he dares to live Who stops being a bird, yet beats his wings Against the immense immeasurable emptiness of things.
The soul has many motions, body one.
Any fool can take a bad line out of a poem; it takes a real pro to throw out a good line.
I wish I could find an event that meant as much as simple seeing.
The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back; Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.