It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.
The world was made in order to result in a beautiful 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.
It is in front of the the paper that the artist creates himself.
Every soul is a melody which needs renewing.
The pure work implies the disappearance of the poet as speaker, who hands over to the words.