Unless, governor, teacher inspector, visitor, This map becomes their window and these windows... That open on their lives like crouching tombs Break, O break open,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
On their slag heap, these children Wear skins peeped through by bones and spectacles of steel... With mended glass, like bottle bits in slag.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I think continually of those who were truly great. Who, from the womb, remembered the soul's history... Through corridors of light where the hours are suns, Endless and singing.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The names of those who in their lives fought for life, Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre.... Born of the sun they traveled a short while towards the sun, And left the vivid air signed with their honour.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Eye, gazelle, delicate wanderer, Drinker of horizon's fluid line;... Ear that suspends on a chord The spirit drinking timelessness; Touch, love, all senses;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »