Go on thinking that you don't need to be read and you'll find that it may become quite true: no one will feel the need tom read it because it is written for yourself alone and the public won't feel any impulse to gate crash such a private party.
He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
A poem begins as a lump in the throat a sense of wrong a homesickness a lovesickness.
