When I Am Asleep I Dream What

What Words Say Does Not Last. The Words Last. Because Words Are Always The Same, And What They Say Is Never The Same.

My Father, When He Went, Made My Childhood A Gift Of A Half A Century.

Even The Smallest Of Creatures Carries The Sun In Its Eyes.

The Real "it Is Well" Is Something I Say From The Ground, Having Fallen.

My Poverty Is Not Complete: It Lacks Me.