I carry in me, the berserk of Universe
And calmness of the whole cosmos.
And motion of all that can move...
And stall of all stationary things...
And voices of the loudest kinds...
And silence of the gloomiest things....
I am origin of everything novel...
And storehouse of sundry antiquity.
I am the ascetic cut off and desolate
I am peeking inside everything..!
You dont know me: I am nothing.
I know you all: I am everything
YOU ARE READING
IMMORTAL IMMIGRANTS
PoesíaThese words have escaped the city of my heart and are refugees here with their tents on the pages of this book beseeching nationalities of your hearts. Give them the nationalities of your heart.
