Love Beauty It Is The Shadow Of

The Poet Is An Untier Of Knots, And Love Without Words Is A Knot, And It Drowns.

Many Things Can Wait. Children Cannot. Today Their Bones Are Being Formed, Their Blood Is Being Made, Their Senses Are Being Developed. To Them We Cannot Say "tomorrow." Their Name Is Today.

Love Beauty It Is The Shadow Of God On The Universe

Now My Belly Is As Noble As My Heart.

In The Secret Of Night, My Prayer Climbs Like The Liana, My Prayer Is, And I Am Not. It Grows, And I Perish. I Have Only My Hard Breath, My Reason And My Madness. I Cling To The Vine Of My Prayer. I Tend It At The Root Of The Stalk Of Night.