The wind is rising ... we must attempt to live.
Breath, dreams, silence, invincible calm, you triumph.
A bad poem is one that vanishes into meaning.
To penetrate one's being, one must go armed to the teeth.
A poet's work consists less in seeking words for his ideas than in seeking ideas for his words and predominant rhythms.
A real writer can be recognized by the fact he doesn't find words. Therefore he must search for them and while doing that, he finds better ones.