Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood.

Catastrophe, riots, factories blowing up, armies in flight, flood - the ear can detect a whole apocalypse in the starry night of the human body.

Celebrity: I picture myself as a marble bust with legs to run everywhere.

A picture is not a window...an abstract refers to no reality but its own.

The poet, by composing poems, uses a language that is neither dead nor living, that few people speak, and few people understand We are the servants of an unknown force that lives within us, manipulates us, and dictates this language to us.

One sits down first; one thinks afterwards.