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

True poetry is similar to certain pictures whose owner is unknown and which only a few initiated people know.

For my part, if I consider poetry as an object, I maintain that it is born of the necessity of adding a vocal sound (speech) to the hammering of the first tribal music.

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

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

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

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