Under Your Skin The Moon Is Alive.

You Came To My Life With What You Were Bringing, Made Of Light And Bread And Shadow I Expected You, And Like This I Need You, Like This I Love You, And To Those Who Want To Hear Tomorrow That Which I Will Not Tell Them, Let Them Read It Here, And Let Them Back Off Today Because It Is Early For These Arguments.

I Want To Do With You What The Spring Does With The Cherry Trees.

Political Poetry Is More Profoundly Emotional Than Any Other-at Least As Much As Love Poetry-and Cannot Be Forced Because Then It Becomes Vulgar And Unacceptable. It Is Necessary First To Pan Though All Other Poetry In Order To Become A Political Poet.

You Can Crush The Flowers, But You Can't Stop The Spring.

I Believed That The Way Passed Through Man, And That It Was From There That Destiny Had To Emerge.