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

The history of the creative progress of individual artists shows that, along with their spiritual growth and the increasing complexity of their inner life, their forms of expression become more complex.

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.

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

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

Art cannot progress by sticking to what is already familiar.

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