Love Means To Look At

I Have Defined Poetry As A 'passionate Pursuit Of The Real.

For A Country Without A Past Is Nothing, A Word That, Hardly Spoken, Loses Its Meaning, A Perishable Wall Destroyed By Flame, An Echo Of Animal Emotions.

You Who Think Of Us: They Lived Only In Delusion... Know That We The People Of The Book, Will Never Die!

When I Die, I Will See The Lining Of The World. The Other Side, Beyond Bird, Mountain, Sunset.

It Was Only Toward The Middle Of The Twentieth Century That The Inhabitants Of Many European Countries Came, In General Unpleasantly, To The Realization That Their Fate Could Be Influenced Directly By Intricate And Abstruse Books Of Philosophy.