«The elephants so tangled their tusks / They seemed a single white stone / Under the painter’s arm. / The deer so mingled their antlers / They seemed to join in an ancient contract / With mutual interests and mutual distrusts. / The rivers so drained into the sea it seemed / the arms ...»
«Today I will again venture / there, into life, trade, the bazaar, / And lead an army of songs / Alone against the market’s blare.»
«Property is a great thing! / It is a meeting place / For me and the state. / The state reminds me / That it exists!»
«I'm not a walled city above a river, / I'm the city's coat of arms. Not the city's coat of arms, a star above the shield / On the city's coat of arms. Not that heavenly visitor in a blackness of water, / I'm the name of the star. Not a voice, not a dress on that far shore, / I can only sh...»