The Miser

Still so greedy, as if they had never seen a thing! Keep seizing! Keep shutting down! And still to this question: what has happened at all? At all, one word of a poem, in the corner of a page, where in the world, with all its grandeur, with all its talk, has it given offense? At all, where in the great affairs of the world has it given offense, a silent kiss of a friend on a friend’s forehead; and that from afar, on a single leaf; like the soft kiss of an iris on the lips of the wind in the corner of a flowerbed...