Even If A Poet Writes About Sitting

Love Is Like A Reservoir Of Kindness And Pleasure, Like Silos And Pools During A Siege.

I Think The End Is Endless. It's Either A Big Black Hole Or A Big White Light Or Both Together. But It's Totally Meaningless, Because Even If Someone Would Explain It, I Wouldn't Understand It.

Knowledge Of Peace Passes From Country To Country, Like Children's Games, Which Are So Much Alike, Everywhere.

My Poems Are Political In The Deeper Sense Of The Word. Political Means To Live In Your Time, To Be A Man Of Your Time.

The Memory Of My Father Is Wrapped Up In White Paper, Like Sandwiches Taken For A Day Of Work. Just As A Magician Takes Towers And Rabbits Out Of His Hat, He Drew Love From His Small Body.