ALL DAY ALONG.
All day along...
ASLEEP.
I fell asleep...
CHILDREN PLAY.
The children play in the sunshine...
CONJURING
Conjuring up all the memories...
Neither wreck of hope nor promises fulfilled
Neither love nor torture nor mutability...
All around us are utilitarians, men without feelings. |
Poet gathers images, feelings, phrases like the bee; in order to turn these into new creations, like the honey. |
People are born fools, education makes them stupid. |