Many of today's verses are prose and bad prose.

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

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.

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

There is poetry even in prose, in all the great prose which is not merely utilitarian or didactic: there exist poets who write in prose or at least in more or less apparent prose; millions of poets write verses which have no connection with poetry.

The new man is born too old to tolerate the new world. The present conditions of life have not yet erased the traces of the past. We run too fast, but we still do not move enough. He looks but he does not contemplate, he sees but he does not think.

Strangely, Dante's Divine Comedy did not produce a prose of that creative height or it did so after centuries.