Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth. Do not follow those who lie in contempt of reality. Let your lie be even more logical than the truth itself, so the weary travelers may find repose.

The child who dwells inside us trusts that there are wise men somewhere who know the truth.

On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.

Two attributes of a poet, avidity of the eye and the desire to describe that which he sees.

Language is the only homeland.

What is poetry which does not save nations or people?

I imagine the earth when I am no more: Women's dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley. Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born, Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.