No one behind, no one ahead. The path the ancients cleared has closed. And the other path, everyone's path, easy and wide, goes nowhere. I am alone and find my way.
When we learn to speak, we learn to translate.
Love is the revelation of the other person's freedom.
Humankind is never what he is but the self he seeks.
What characterizes a poem is its necessary dependence on words as much as its struggle to transcend them.
Poet: gardener of epitaphs.