Read! Read all the time, the understanding will come by itself.

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.

They've healed me to pieces.

The language with which I make my poems has nothing to do with one spoken here, or anywhere.

Only one thing remained reachable, close and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remained secure against loss.

There was earth inside them, and they dug.

Each arrow you shoot off carries its own target into the decidedly secret tangle