Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.
The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long.
The past, the future, majesty, love - if they are vacant of you, you are vacant of them.
By writing at the instant, the very heartbeat of life is caught.
Joy, shipmate, joy! (Pleased to my soul at death I cry), Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps! She swiftly courses from the shore, Joy, shipmate, joy!
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.