Where Can I Free Myself Of The

... For Me It Is Essential, Essential For The Poet To Have A New Toast, New Songs.

The Poem Is In My Hands, And Can Run Stories Through Her Hands.

And I Tell Myself, A Moon Will Rise From My Darkness.

May Poetry And God's Name Have Mercy On Us!

She Does Not Love You. Your Metaphors Thrill Her You Are Her Poet. But That's All There's To It.