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

Art is the production of objects for consumption, to be used and discarded while waiting for a new world in which man will have succeeded in freeing himself of everything, even of his own consciousness.

Happiness, for you we walk on a knife edge. To the eyes you are a flickering light, to the feet, thin ice that cracks; and so may no one touch you who loves you.

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.

Slowly poetry becomes visual because it paints images, but it is also musical: it unites two arts into one.

Narrative art, the novel, from Murasaki to Proust, has produced great works of poetry.

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