“Poetry, I'm returning to it, never leaves me. It's my genre completely. In poetry I contemplate myself exuberantly. It's my unique strength. Force of gravity, electric and magnetic energy; in my own way, to make a synthesis.” WayEnergyForceMy OwnUniqueGenreGravityContemplatingElectricLeaving MeMagneticSynthesisNever Leave Me Author:Nicole Brossard
“Myself--a prince by fortune of my birth, Near to the king in blood, and near in love Till you did make him misinterpret me-- Have stooped my neck under your injuries And sighed my English breath in foreign clouds, Eating the bitter bread of banishment, Whilst you have fed upon my signories, Disparked my parks and felled my forest woods, From my own windows torn my household coat, Rased out my imprese, leaving me no sign, Save men's opinions and my living blood, To show the world I am a gentleman.” MenWorldShowsMy OwnOpinionBloodBirthKingsEatingWindowBreathsFortuneLeavingCloudsWoodsForestsBreadBitterGentlemanParksNecksInjuryFedsHouseholdCoatsTornLeaving MeSave MeFed UpBanishment Book:King Richard II: Third Series Source: King Richard II: Third Series