One doesn't read poetry while thinking of other things.

The human mind has claimed for water one of its highest values-the value of purity.

There is no original truth, only original error.

Why should the actions of the imagination not be as real as those of perception?

In living off all the reflecting light furnished by poets, the I which dreams the reverie reveals itself not as poet but as poetizing I.

The philosophy of poetry must acknowledge that the poetic act has no past, at least no recent past, in which its preparation and appearance could be followed.

We must listen to poets.