Free Bird. Though naturally i had to doubt for a second if it was real.
"True poems are fires. Poetry is propagating everywhere, its conquests lit with shivers of pleasure or pain.
One should write in a language that is not the mother tongue.
The four cardinal points are three: South and North.
A poem is something that will be.
A poem is something that never is, but ought to be.
A poem is something that never has been, that never can be.
Flee from the eternal sublime, if you don't want to die flattened by the wind."
"I was a string in the harp of enchantment for nine years." —The Book of Taliesin, tr Gwengvryn Evans (1915)


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