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

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

Solitude is an essential element of poetry.

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 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.

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