Adam & Eve. The Serpent Cracked The

Death, Vicious Death, Leave A Green Branch For Love.

The Artist, And Particularly The Poet, Is Always An Anarchist In The Best Sense Of The Word. He Must Heed Only The Call That Arises Within Him From Three Strong Voices: The Voice Of Death, With All Its Foreboding, The Voice Of Love And The Voice Of Art.

The Poem, The Song, The Picture, Is Only Water Drawn From The Well Of The People, And It Should Be Given Back To Them In A Cup Of Beauty So That They May Drink - And In Drinking Understand Themselves.

Green How I Want You Green. Green Wind. Green Branches.

Only Mystery Allows Us To Live, Only Mystery.