Here the frailest leaves of me, and yet my strongest-lasting:
Here I shade and hide my thoughts – I myself do not expose them,
And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.
Here the frailest leaves of me, and yet my strongest-lasting:
Here I shade and hide my thoughts – I myself do not expose them,
And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.