Vremea-și are marginile și zămislirile ei - sfârcuri de frunză și lujeri, piele și ficat - prin care trece ritmul, o bătaie de tobă într-o

For you, you, whoever, wherever you are in time to come, in a year or in fifty­­ who have grabbed me, found me on the cluttered bookstall and

As language. . .Silence is also a language. When there is no order in heaven we make what we make by luck, or strength, or the composition of

The poet in old age between Orpheus and Morpheus, cut off from the media, thinks that Jaws is a movie about