We Suffer From An Incurable Malady: Hope.

... For Me It Is Essential, Essential For The Poet To Have A New Toast, New Songs.

I Believe In The Power Of Poetry, Which Gives Me Reasons To Look Ahead And Identify A Glint Of Light.

The Poem Is In My Hands, And Can Run Stories Through Her Hands.

Life Defined Only As The Opposite Of Death Is Not Life.

And What I Don't Understand I Grasp It Only When It's Too Late.