Poetry is also the physical self of the poet, and it is impossible to separate the poet from his poetry.

We wrote verses that condemned us, with no hope of pardon, to the most bitter solitude.

Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal but which the reader recognizes as his own.

An exact poetic duplication of a man is for the poet a negation of the earth, an impossibility of being, even though his greatest desire is to speak to many men, to unite with them by means of harmonious verses about the truths of the mind or of things.

After the turbulence of death, moral principles and even religious proofs are called into question.

From the night, his solitude, the poet finds day and starts a diary that is lethal to the inert. The dark landscape yields a dialogue.

Europeans know the importance of the Resistance; it has been the shining example of the modern conscience.