The sharp knife of dawn glitters in my hand but how bare is everything-tall tall tree infinite air, the unrelaxing tension of the world and only hope, hope only, the kind eagle soars and wheels in flight. — Martin Carter Copy Share Image
The central issue of poetry as of politics is the destiny of the human personality. — Martin Carter Copy Share Image
The sharp knife of dawn glitters in my hand but how bare is everything-tall tall tree infinite air, the unrelaxing tension of the world… — Martin Carter Copy Share Image
