When Did The Lemons Learn The Same

With Which Stars Do They Go On Speaking,the Rivers That Never Reach The Sea?

But From Each Crime Are Born Bullets That Will One Day Seek Out In You Where The Heart Lies.

And I Watch My Words From A Long Way Off. They Are More Yours Than Mine. They Climb On My Old Suffering Like Ivy.

As If You Were On Fire From Within. The Moon Lives In The Lining Of Your Skin.

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.