Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown.
There's nothing in the world for which a poet will give up writing, not even he is a Jew and the language of his poems is German.
in the air, there your root remains, there, in the air
He speaks truly who speaks the shade.
Poetry is a sort of homecoming.
German poetry is going in a very different direction from French poetry.... Its language has become more sober, more factual. It distrusts "beauty." It tries to be truthful.