A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music… and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: “Sing for us soon again;” that is as much as to say, “May new sufferings torment your soul.”
~Soren Kierkegaard
Federico Garcia Lorca “Let there be a landscape of open eyes and bitter wounds on fire.
THE SIRENS ARE ENCHANTERS Circe warns Odysseus about the Sirens: “You will come first of all
A poem by Paul Eluard “I cannot be known Better than you know me Your eyes
