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.
You don't make a poem with ideas, but with words.
Paint, not the thing but the effect which it produces.
Every soul is a melody which needs renewing.
The world was made in order to result in a beautiful book.
The pure work implies the disappearance of the poet as speaker, who hands over to the words.