Tall Poplars--human Beings Of This Earth!

Only Truthful Hands Write True Poems. I Cannot See Any Basic Difference Between A Handshake And A Poem.

There Was Earth Inside Them, And They Dug.

In The Air, There Your Root Remains, There, In The Air

The Heart Hid Still In The Dark, Hard As The Philosophers Stone.

Who Is Invisible Enough To See You