حيثما سأموت، سأموت وأنا أغني.

“Here's how I used to thinkyou made a book:a poet comes along,mouth half open, i…”

“Gentle souls!You play your love on the violin. The crude ones play it on the dr…”

“Soon, sampled by everyone,Stale and pallid,I’ll come outAnd mumble toothlesslyT…”

“There’s a monument due me by rank alreadyI’d blow the damn thing up with dynami…”