A Lion Is Made Up Of The

Leaves Like Rusty Tin For The Desolate Mind That Has Seen The End- The Barest Glimmerings. Leaves Aswirl With Gulls Made Wild By Winter.

Every Man Of Action Has A Strong Dose Of Egoism, Pride, Hardness, And Cunning. But All Those Things Will Be Regarded As High Qualities If He Can Make Them The Means To Achieve Great Ends.

And If The Soul Is To Know Itself It Is Into A Soul That It Must Look: The Stranger And The Enemy, We've Seen Him In The Mirror.

A Lion Is Made Up Of The Lambs He's Digested.

For Poetry There Exists Neither Large Countries Nor Small. Its Domain Is In The Heart Of All Men.