I suppose every poet has his own private mythology. Maybe he's unaware of it. People tell me that I have evolved a private mythology of tigers, of blades, of labyrinths, and I"m unaware of the fact this is so. My readers are finding it all the time. But I think perhaps that is the duty of poet.

Writing is nothing more than a guided dream.

Loneliness does not worry me; life is difficult enough, putting up with yourself and with your own habits.

The aesthetic event is something as evident, as immediate, as indefinable as love, the taste of fruit, of water. We feel poetry as we feel the closeness of a woman, or as we feel a mountain or a bay. If we feel it immediately, why dilute it with other words, which no doubt will be weaker than our feelings?

As the end approaches, there are no longer any images from memory - there are only words.

In Spanish it is very difficult to make things flow, because words are over-long. But in English, you have light words.

Life and death have been lacking in my life.