Pensive and faltering,
The words, the dead, I write;
For living are the Dead;
(Haply the only living, only real,
And I the apparition – I the spectre.)
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.
Pensive and faltering,
The words, the dead, I write;
For living are the Dead;
(Haply the only living, only real,
And I the apparition – I the spectre.)