I will not descend among professors and capitalists.
Unscrew the locks from the doors ! Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs !
I speak the password primeval; I give the sign of democracy.
An electric chain seems to vibrate, as it were, between our brain and him or her preserved there [in a Daguerreotype] so well by the limner's cunning. Time, space, both are annihilated, and we identify the semblance with the reality.
I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love.
The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.