In The Whole World No Poor Devil

I Have A Different Idea Of A Universal. It Is Of A Universal Rich With All That Is Particular, Rich With All The Particulars There Are, The Deepening Of Each Particular, The Coexistence Of Them All.

Poetic Knowledge Is Born In The Great Silence Of Scientific Knowledge.

The Weakness Of Most Men They Do Not Know How To Become A Stone Or Tree.

Out Of The Sky, The Birds, The Parrots, The Bells, Silk, Cloth, And Drums, Out Of Sundays Dancing, Children's Words And Love Words, Out Of Love For The Little Fists Of Children, I Will Build A World, My World With Round Shoulders.

Communism Has Served Us Ill In Having Us Swap A Living Brotherhood For What Looks To Have The Features Of The Coldest Of All Chill Abstractions.