I have been judged to be a pessimist but what abyss of ignorance and low egoism is not hidden in one who thinks that Man is the god of himself and that his future can only be triumphant?

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.

Today not even a universal fire could make the torrential poetic production of our time disappear. But it is exactly a question of production, that is, of hand-made products which are subject to the laws of taste and fashion.

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

Too many lives are needed to make just one.

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

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