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

When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.

The true enemy of man is generalization.

What is this enigmatic impulse that does not allow one to settle down in the achieved, the finished? I think it is a quest for reality.

The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.

I have defined poetry as a 'passionate pursuit of the Real.

What is poetry which does not save nations or people?