And I Tell Myself, A Moon Will

The Poem Is Neither Here Nor There, And With A Girl's Breast It Can Illuminate The Nights. With The Glow Of An Apple It Fills Two Bodies With Light And With A Gardenia's Breath It Can Revive A Homeland!

May Poetry And God's Name Have Mercy On Us!

I Wish I Were A Candle In The Darkness.

Without Hope We Are Lost.

Against Barbarity, Poetry Can Resist Only By Confirming Its Attachment To Human Fragility Like A Blade Of Grass Growing On A Wall While Armies March By.