I'll love you$$$ dear$$$ <br>I'll love you Till China and Africa meet$$$<br>And the river jumps over the mountain <br>And the salmon sing in the street.

Not knowing when the dawn will come<br/>I open every door.

As a poet$$$ there is only one political duty$$$ and that is to defend one's language from corruption.

And we are here as on a darkling plain. Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight$$$ where ignorant armies clash by night.

Prose fills a space$$$ like a liquid poured in from the top$$$ but poetry occupies it$$$ arrays itself in formation$$$ sets up camp and refuses to budge.

Necessity has no law.

Independence is happiness.

A little scorn is alluring.

I declare to you that woman must not depend upon the protection of man$$$ but must be taught to protect herself$$$ and there I take my stand.

This is a wonderful day$$$ I have never seen this one before.