A Tragedy, When A Mature Mind And

Before You Came The World Was Prose. Now Poetry Is Born.

The Word Is A Bouncing Ball The Ruler Throws From His Balcony. The Word Has Been A Shot Of Morphine. Rulers Calm Their People With Speeches.

And All The Countries Seemed The Same, That I Don't See Myself There, And I Don't See Myself Here.

When A Man Is In Love How Can He Use Old Words? Should A Woman Desiring Her Lover Lie Down With Grammarians And Linguists? I Said Nothing To The Woman I Loved But Gathered Love's Adjectives Into A Suitcase And Fled From All Languages.

Some Are Like The Moon, Good Looking, But Only When They're Away From You.