Is It Not The Play Of The

I'm Trying To Climb Up Both Walls At Once.

Knowledge Is The Harvest Of Attention

I Don't Live For Poetry. I Live Far More Than Anybody Else Does.

The Flowers Are Ravined By Bees, The Fruit Blossoms Are Thrown To The Ground, The Wind The Rain Forces Everything.

I Have Had To Learn The Simplest Things Last. Which Made For Difficulties.