The Earth Is Blue Like An Orange.

The Earth Is Blue Like An Orange.

The Poet Is He Who Inspires, Rather Than He Who Is Inspired.

A Woman Is More Beautiful Than The World In Which I Live; And So I Close My Eyes.

I Cannot Be Known Better Than You Know Me Your Eyes In Which We Sleep We Together Have Made For My Man’s Gleam A Better Fate Than For The Common Nights Your Eyes In Which I Travel Have Given To Signs Along The Roads A Meaning Alien To The Earth In Your Eyes Who Reveal To Us Our Endless Solitude Are No Longer What They Thought Themselves To Be You Cannot Be Known Better Than I Know You.

We Want To Be, When We Are Young, A Little Man. I Would Like To Be A Big Child, Stronger And Fairer Than A Man, And More Lucid Than A Child.