gazing bosom, the famous are bound –. shimmering roots sail. sweet noble, rivets of peace fill the earth. savory salt yields crystal....

Between the wire-barbed bar, lens cap of his life, he can see a worker approaching his cage. This time, she does not offer him food. She...

My stomach warm with bread, milk, honey chamomile, I lie down at midnight. Three hours thence I stare dry-eyed into the black air beyond...