Occupation: Poet Birth: December 8, 1913 Death: July 11, 1966
I always cause those who are near to me more suffering than pleasure..
Where the light is, and each thing clear,Separate from all others, standing in its place,I drink the time and touch whatever's near,And hope for day ….
At the moment I'm so exhausted that I feel like cutting my throat, so the next news masy well be that I am across the river and under the trees: what….
I am a book I neither wrote nor read..