Dreams have as much influences as actions.

The pure work implies the disappearance of the poet as speaker, who hands over to the words.

Everything in the world exists in order to end up as a book.

I have made a long enough descent into the void to speak with certainty. There is nothing but beauty--and beauty has only one perfect expression, Poetry. All the rest is a lie.

Everything that is sacred and that wishes to remain so must envelop itself in mystery.

A soul trembling to sit by a hearth so bright, To exist again, it’s enough if I borrow from Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.

It is in front of the the paper that the artist creates himself.