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

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.

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

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

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?

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.