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

We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself.

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

I liked beaches, swimming pools, and clinics for there they were the bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. I pitied them and myself, but this will not protect me. The word and the thought are over.

All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence. Yet I believe you, messengers. There, where the world is turned inside out, a heavy fabric embroidered with stars and beasts, you stroll, inspecting the trustworthy seams.

It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends

It's true that what is morbid is highly valued today, and so you may think that I am only joking or that I've devised just one more means of praising Art with the help of irony.