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

I am not my own friend.Time cuts me in two.

Every poet depends upon generations who wrote in his native tongue; he inherits styles and forms elaborated by those who lived before him. At the same time, though, he feels that those old means of expression are not adequate to his own experience.

Language is the only homeland.

Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.

Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.

It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.