I Have Defined Poetry As A 'passionate

And If There Is No Lining To The World? If A Thrush On A Branch Is Not A Sign, But Just A Thrush On The Branch? If Night And Day Make No Sense Following Each Other?

Be Young Forever, Seasons Of The Earth.

When A Writer Is Born Into A Family, The Family Is Finished.

On The Day The World Ends A Bee Circles A Clover, A Fisherman Mends A Glimmering Net.

Love Means To Look At Yourself The Way One Looks At Distant Things For You Are Only One Thing Among Many.