A poem is the realization of love. . . .
Each act is virgin, even the repeated ones.
Be gful to the man who cares nothing for your remorse. You are his equal.
Imagination consists in expelling from reality several incomplete persons, and then using the magic and subversive powers of desire to bring them back in the form of one entirely satisfying presence.
A poet should leave traces of his passage, not proofs. Traces alone engender dreams.
What can be seductive about the eternal nothing is that the finest day is indifferently this one or any other like it.