Like A Bird With Broken Wing That

I Think The Swedish Academy Wished To Manifest Its Solidarity With The Living Spirit Of Greece Today.

You Spoke About Things They Couldn't See And So They Laughed. Yet To Row Up The Dark River Against The Current, To Take The Unknown Road Blindly, Stubbornly, And To Search For Words Rooted Like The Knotted Olive Tree- Let Them Laugh. And To Yearn For The Other World To Inhabit Today's Suffocating Loneliness, This Ravaged Present- Let Them Be.

A Lion Is Made Up Of The Lambs He's Digested.

Like A Bird With Broken Wing That Has Traveled Through Wind For Years . . . I Sleep And My Heart Stays Awake . . .

They Were Lovely, Your Eyes, But You Didn't Know Where To Look.