How amazing it is to be alive Anyone who lives and breathes and puts both feet on the ground, What possible reason could he have for envying the gods

How amazing it is to be alive Anyone who lives and breathes and puts both feet on the ground, What possible reason could he have for envying the gods

Now I know that at the heart of the universe is joy.

You explain nothing, O poet, but thanks to you all things become explicable.

The words I use Are everyday words and yet are not the same! You will find no rhymes in my verse, no magic. There are your very own phrases.

In a word, poetry can not exist without emotion, or, if you will, without a movement of the soul which regulates the words.

Open your eyes! The world is still intact; it is as pristine as it was on the first day, as fresh as milk!