What distinguishes modern art from the art of other ages is criticism.

To love is to battle, to open doors, to cease to be a ghost with a number forever in chains, forever condemned by a faceless master; the world changes if two look at each other and see.

Art is what remains of religion: the dance above the yawning abyss.

If society abolishes poetry it commits spiritual suicide.

Love is born at first sight; the friendship of a frequent and lengthy exchange.

Poets have the gift to speak for others, Vasko Popa had the very rare quality of hearing the others.

Poetry is not truth, it is the resurrection of presences.