It is hundred years since this genius is born.
Here is his poetry published in 1954.
Lives are not vessels made of stone.
They are full blown flowers that would shed petals with even a whiff of wind.
They cannot turn into dice and roll, says the poet here in one of the quartets.
What profound thoughts!
Rip it and look into your mind
Burn the meanness,
get into a beautiful boat and go
You are your own pointer!
Great!
Here is his poetry published in 1954.
Lives are not vessels made of stone.
They are full blown flowers that would shed petals with even a whiff of wind.
They cannot turn into dice and roll, says the poet here in one of the quartets.
What profound thoughts!
Rip it and look into your mind
Burn the meanness,
get into a beautiful boat and go
You are your own pointer!
Great!
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