Behind All This, Some Great Happiness Is

It Was Not An Adventure; It Was My Life.

The Soul Inside Me Is The Last Foreign Language I'm Learning.

From The Place Where We Are Right, Flowers Will Not Grow In The Spring.

My Poems Are Political In The Deeper Sense Of The Word. Political Means To Live In Your Time, To Be A Man Of Your Time.

Even If A Poet Writes About Sitting In A Glass House Drinking Tea, It Reflects Politics.