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.

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

The poet's other readers are the ancient poets, who look upon the freshly written pages from an incorruptible distance. Their poetic forms are permanent, and it is difficult to create new forms which can approach them.

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

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

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.