沙与沫 第三章（4）
poetry is not an opinion expressed. it is a song that rises from a bleeding mouth.
e of their timelessness.
a poet is a dethroned king sitting among the ashes of his palace trying to fashion an image out of the ashes.
poetry is a deal of joy and pain and s of his heart.
once i said to a poet, “, “yes, death is alue,and more in my desire than in my hand.”
if you sing of beauty though alone in the heart of the desert you s in the mind.
if in his mind, then in truth he ; inspiration lullabies to our children that is al stone to poetry.
a great singer is he s our silences.
ho if your mouth is filled if it is filled old?
they say the nightingale pierces his bosom s his love song.
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