Tuesday, June 21, 2011

You who are a mystic see a meaning in all things.
For you everything has a veiled significance.
There is something hidden in each thing you see.
What you see you always see to see something else.

I, who has eyes that are only for seeing,
See an absence of meaning in all things.
And seeing this, I love myself, since to be a thing is to mean nothing.
To be a thing is to be subject to no interpretation.


  1. nice blog you have here. just posted something about this great poet in my blog and took the liberty of including a couple of his poems from your site. i hope you don't mind. otherwise, send me a note and i'll take them out.

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