Poetry is the art which is technically within the grasp of everyone: a piece of paper and a pencil and one is ready.

Evidently the arts, all the visual arts, are becoming more democratic in the worst sense of the word.

There is also poetry written to be shouted in a square in front of an enthusiastic crowd. This occurs especially in countries where authoritarian regimes are in power.

I do not go in search of poetry. I wait for poetry to visit me.

Man cannot produce a single work without the assistance of the slow, assiduous, corrosive worm of thought.

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.

Mass communication, radio, and especially television, have attempted, not without success, to annihilate every possibility of solitude and reflection.