Slowly poetry becomes visual because it paints images, but it is also musical: it unites two arts into one.
He had an answer to almost everything and he retired at an early age.
I have found so much beauty in the dark,as I have found a lot of horror in the light.
Use the wings of the flying Universe, Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.
There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.
Even so have I given the womb of the earth to those that be sown in it in their times.
Live in the shadow of the moon until you're bright enough to give birth to your own suns.
He shall rule, whom they look not for that dwell upon the earth, and the fowls shall take their flight away together:
Every new dayOur children's joy is as fresh as roses,Even the birds chatter at dawn.
Rejoice with glitters of ashes tonightSparkling for moon's spiced silver biteUpon skin of darkness, loving night moreStorm begins unlocking cold wind's door
Once spun,The silken thread of all our aspirationsRemains intact,It can never be broken.
