I have always knocked at the door of that wonderful and terrible enigma which is life.

But poets were not considered dangerous and they were advised to exercise self-censorship. At most, poets were requested not to write at all. I took advantage of this negative liberty.

This proves that great lyric poetry can die, be reborn, die again, but will always remain one of the most outstanding creations of the human soul.

Against the dark background of this contemporary civilization of well-being, even the arts tend to mingle, to lose their identity.

However, poetry does not live solely in books or in school anthologies.

The poet does not know - often he will never know - whom he really writes for.

The most dangerous aspect of present-day life is the dissolution of the feeling of individual responsibility. Mass solitude has done away with any difference between the internal and the external, between the intellectual and the physical.