It Was Not An Adventure; It Was

The Reason A Poet Is A Poet Is To Write Poems, Not To Advertise Himself As A Poet.

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

A Flock Of Sheep Near The Airport Or A High Voltage Generator Beside The Orchard: These Combinations Open Up My Life Like A Wound, But They Also Heal It. That's Why My Feelings Always Come In Twos.

Knowledge Of Peace Passes From Country To Country, Like Children's Games, Which Are So Much Alike, Everywhere.

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