If you have the words, there's always a chance that you'll find the way.

History says, Don’t hopeOn this side of the grave,But then, once in a lifetimeThe longed-for tidal waveOf justice can rise up,And hope and history rhyme

It is always betterto avenge dear ones than to indulge in mourning.For every one of us, living in this worldmeans waiting for our end. Let whoever canwin glory before death. When a warrior is gone,that will be his best and only bulwark.

All I know is a door into the dark

Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.

The way we are living,timorous or bold,will have been our life.

Since when," he asked,"Are the first line and last line of any poemWhere the poem begins and ends?

I can't think of a case where poems changed the world, but what they do is they change people's understanding of what's going on in the world.

I rhymeTo see myself, to set the darkness echoing.