العالَم للحب جائع: وستأتين لتشبعيه

“On the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths,And walk over the short …”

“The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of a…”

“Then you'll feel your cheek scratched...A little kiss, like a crazy spider,Will…”

“I'm now making myself as scummy as I can. Why? I want to be a poet, and I'm wor…”