Yo soy un hombre sincero De donde crece la palma Y antes de morirme quiero Echar mis versos del alma.

There can be no racial animosity, because there are no races. The theorist and feeble thinkers string together and warm over the bookshelf races which the well…

I come from all places and to all places I go: I am art among the arts and mountain among mountains. I know the strange names of flowers and herbs and of fatal…

One must have faith in the best in men and distrust the worst. One must allow the best to be shown so that it reveals and prevails over the worst. Nations shou…

They shall not live who have not tasted death. They only sing who are struck dumb by God.

They darted down and rose up like a wave Or buzzed impetuously as before; One would have thought the corpse was held a slave To living by the life it bore!

There is the view that poetry should improve your life. I think people confuse it with the Salvation Army.