The poet's spoken discourse often depends on a mystique, on the spiritual freedom that finds itself enslaved on earth.

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

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.

At the point when continuity was interrupted by the first nuclear explosion, it would have been too easy to recover the formal sediment which linked us with an age of poetic decorum, of a preoccupation with poetic sounds.

Religious power, which, as I have already said, frequently identifies itself with political power, has always been a protagonist of this bitter struggle, even when it seemingly was neutral.

Religious poetry, civic poetry, lyric or dramatic poetry are all categories of man's expression which are valid only if the endorsement of formal content is valid.