I is another.
And, in the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid cities.
Satan, you clown, you want to dissolve me with your charms. Well, I want it. I want it! Stab me with a pitchfork, sprinkle me with fire!
The hallucinations are innumerable. That’s what has always been the matter with me, in fact: no belief in history, obliviousness of principles. I shall say no more about this: poets and visionaries would be jealous. I am a thousand times the richest, let’s be as miserly as the sea.
Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.