Don't Sign Your Name Between

Tall Poplars--human Beings Of This Earth!

The Language With Which I Make My Poems Has Nothing To Do With One Spoken Here, Or Anywhere.

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

Who Is Invisible Enough To See You

There's Nothing In The World For Which A Poet Will Give Up Writing, Not Even He Is A Jew And The Language Of His Poems Is German.