Poetry, in the entire course of its development, has always been trying to capture meanings and problems which are still obscure and dormant. Poetry tries to awaken them with a kiss, wherever they may be: in the air, in things, in human beings.

The spirit of the age is not synonymous with what the public likes.

Talent--that is to say, the ability to see the world in a unique way--matures and grows in isolation.

The solitude of the poet is the uniqueness of his experience, and the particulaity of his sensitivity and imagination.

The demand that poetry be immediately understandable to everyone is truly absurd.

The age of sages is past; the age of specialists has come.

From laboratories employing complex apparatus, poetry often emerges into the outside world after a long lapse of time, just as some scientific discoveries become common property only after they have entered the blood stream of the generations.