In a room where
people unanimously maintain
a conspiracy of silence,
one word of truth
sounds like a pistol shot.
You see how I try
To reach with words
What matters most
And how I fail.
Learning
To believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one human life.
Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends
I have defined poetry as a 'passionate pursuit of the Real.
È difficile comprendere da dove provenga quest'orgoglio dei poeti, se sovente si vergognano che appaia la loro debolezza.