IX I am a herdsman of flocks. The flock is my thoughts, and my thoughts are all sensations. I think with my eyes and my ears and with

LESSON it’s so few words that I wring out of myself, as much as some chalk dust out of an eraser after the blackboard’s been wiped clean. Something

EAGLE The ravens fly in swarms the eagle flies alone —Luchino Visconti So close to heaven flies the eagle lonely as the poet who patiently waits the arrival

AN EARRING LEFT IN MY HAND All the time I heard their whispering voice. But I didn’t mix it with my sighs. Because they touched my ears, I

THE PLEAS OF THE CHILDREN “Houses should not burn. Bombers should not be known. Night should be for sleep. Life should not be a punishment. Mothers] should not