The poetic image exists apart from causality.

The great function of poetry is to give back to us the situations of our dreams.

Baudelaire writes: In certain almost supernatural inner states, the depth of life is entirely revealed in the spectacle, however ordinary, that we have before our eyes, and which becomes the symbol of it." Here we have a passage that designates the phenomenological direction I myself pursue. The exterior spectacle helps intimate grandeur unfold.

All the senses awaken and fall into harmony in poetic reverie. Poetic reverie listens to this polyphony of the senses, and the poetic consciousness must record it.

The night dreamer cannot articulate a cogito. The night dream is a dream without a dreamer.

For a knowledge of intimacy, localization in the spaces of our intimacy is more urgent than determination of dates.

We are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.