The Public Is Never Pleased With What

The Louvre Is A Morgue; You Go There To Identify Your Friends.

There Are Poets And There Are Grownups.

The Poet Is At The Disposal Of The Night. His Role Is Humble, He Must Clean House And Await Its Due Visitation.

What Uniform Can I Wear To Hide My Heavy Heart? It Is Too Heavy. It Will Always Show.

The Poet Is A Liar Who Always Speaks The Truth.