In What Language Does Rain Fall Over

About Me, Nothing Worse They Will Tell You, My Love, Than What I Told You

I Had No More Alphabet Than The Journeying Of The Swallows, The Pure And Tiny Water Of The Small, Fiery Bird That Dances Rising From The Pollen.

He Who Has Nothing—it Has Been Said Many Times—has Nothing To Lose But His Chains.

But I Love Your Feet Only Because They Walked Upon The Earth And Upon The Wind And Upon The Waters, Until They Found Me.

Place Gifts Of Silver In Our Hands. Give Us This Day Our Daily Fish.