I Think The Swedish Academy Wished To

For Poetry There Exists Neither Large Countries Nor Small. Its Domain Is In The Heart Of All Men.

I Think The Swedish Academy Wished To Manifest Its Solidarity With The Living Spirit Of Greece Today.

A Lion Is Made Up Of The Lambs He's Digested.

Leaves Like Rusty Tin For The Desolate Mind That Has Seen The End- The Barest Glimmerings. Leaves Aswirl With Gulls Made Wild By Winter.

And If The Soul Is To Know Itself It Is Into A Soul That It Must Look: The Stranger And The Enemy, We've Seen Him In The Mirror.