My readers at that time were still men of letters; but there had to be other people waiting to read my poems.

He passes from lyric to epic poetry in order to speak about the world and the torment in the world through man, rationally and emotionally. The poet then becomes a danger.

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

The poet does not fear death, not because he believes in the fantasy of heroes, but because death constantly visits his thoughts and is thus an image of a serene dialogue.

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

War, I have always said, forces men to change their standards, regardless of whether their country has won or lost.

A poet clings to his own tradition and avoids internationalism.