Men Will Clutch At Illusions When They

It Is Sweet To Think I Was A Companion In An Expedition That Never Ends

Love Means To Look At Yourself The Way One Looks At Distant Things For You Are Only One Thing Among Many.

Only A White-haired Old Man, Who Would Be A Prophet Yet Is Not A Prophet, For He's Much Too Busy, Repeats While He Binds His Tomatoes: No Other End Of The World Will There Be, No Other End Of The World Will There Be.

If I Am All Mankind, Are They Themselves Without Me?

Every Poet Depends Upon Generations Who Wrote In His Native Tongue; He Inherits Styles And Forms Elaborated By Those Who Lived Before Him. At The Same Time, Though, He Feels That Those Old Means Of Expression Are Not Adequate To His Own Experience.