Tall Poplars--human Beings Of This Earth!

He Speaks Truly Who Speaks The Shade.

With A Changing Key, You Unlock The House Where The Snow Of What’s Silenced Drifts. Just Like The Blood That Bursts From Your Eye Or Mouth Or Ear, So Your Key Changes. Changing Your Key Changes The Word That May Drift With Flakes. Just Like The Wind That Rebuffs You, Clenched Round Your Word Is The Snow.

Tall Poplars--human Beings Of This Earth!

We Are Told That When Hölderlin Went 'mad,' He Constantly Repeated, 'nothing Is Happening To Me, Nothing Is Happening To Me.'

Only Truthful Hands Write True Poems. I Cannot See Any Basic Difference Between A Handshake And A Poem.