Today Again I Am Hardly

I Simply Do Not Distinguish Between Work And Play.

What Misery To Be Afraid Of Death. What Wretchedness, To Believe Only In What Can Be Proven.

A Dog Is Adorable And Noble, A Dog Is A True And Loving Friend. A Dog Is Also A Hedonist.

Every Day I See Or Hear Something That More Or Less Kills Me With Delight, That Leaves Me Like A Needle In The Haystack Of Light.

For Poems Are Not Words, After All, But Fires For The Cold, Ropes Let Down To The Lost, Something As Necessary As Bread In The Pockets Of The Hungry.