"The poet must always, in every instance, have the vibrant word... that by it's trenchancy can so wound my soul that it whimpers.... One must know and ...
I can't even make up a rhyme about an umbrella, let alone death and life and eternal peace.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
I can't even make up a rhyme about an umbrella, let alone death and life and eternal peace.
