You're Rowing By Wordlight

There's Nothing In The World For Which A Poet Will Give Up Writing, Not Even He Is A Jew And The Language Of His Poems Is German.

You're Rowing By Wordlight

There Was Earth Inside Them, And They Dug.

Don't Sign Your Name Between Worlds, Surmount The Manifold Of Meanings, Trust The Tearstain, Learn To Live.

The Heart Hid Still In The Dark, Hard As The Philosophers Stone.