There Was Earth Inside Them, And They

They've Healed Me To Pieces.

German Poetry Is Going In A Very Different Direction From French Poetry.... Its Language Has Become More Sober, More Factual. It Distrusts "beauty." It Tries To Be Truthful.

Who Is Invisible Enough To See You

The Two Heart-grey Puddles: Two Mouthsfull Of Silence.

Rush Of Pine Scent (once Upon A Time), The Unlicensed Conviction There Ought To Be Another Way Of Saying This.