诗歌将不再为行动打拍子;它将走在前面。
我感到自己在与命运同行。过去所有的生命不过为这一刻准备。我准备好了,我必将成功。
To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.