I Shed More Tears Than God Could

Faith Assuages, Guides, Restores.

And Again: No More Gods! No More Gods! Man Is King, Man Is God! - But The Great Faith Is Love!

The Sun, The Hearth Of Affection And Life, Pours Burning Love On The Delighted Earth.

The Poet Makes Himself A Voyant Through A Long, Immense Reasoned Deranging Of All His Senses. All The Forms Of Love, Of Suffering, Of Madness; He Tries To Find Himself, He Exhausts In Himself All The Poisons, To Keep Only Their Quintessences.

I Wrote Silences; Nights; I Recorded The Unnameable.