You Feel On Your Lips A Kiss

I Went Out Under The Sky, Muse! And I Was Your Vassal.

I Found I Could Extinguish All Human Hope From My Soul.

Once, If I Remember Well, My Life Was A Feast Where All Hearts Opened And All Wines Flowed.

Genius Is The Recovery Of Childhood At Will.

I Dreamed Of Crusades, Voyages Of Discovery That Nobody Had Heard Of, Republics Without Histories, Religious Wars Stamped Out, Revolutions In Morals, Movements Of Races And Continents; I Used To Believe In Every Kind Of Magic. I Began It As An Investigation. I Turned Silences And Nights Into Words. What Was Unutterable, I Wrote Down. I Made The Whirling World Stand Still.