A poet is a combination of an instrument and a human being in one person, with the former gradually taking over the latter. The sensation of this takeover is responsible for timbre; the realization of it, for destiny.
In the West you have every opportunity for civilization to triumph.
Poetry is what is gained in translation.
What should I say about life? That it's long and abhors transparence.
I got caught up in the proletariat the way Marx describes it.
Racism? But isn't it only a form of misanthropy?