Contemporary poets are skeptical and suspicious even, or perhaps especially, about themselves. They publicly confess to being poets only reluctantly, as if they were a little ashamed of it. But in our clamorous times it's much easier to acknowledge your faults, at least if they're attractively packaged, than to recognize your own merits, since these are hidden deeper and you never quite believe in them yourself.

Generally speaking, life is so rich and full of variety; you have to remember all the time that there is a comical side to everything.

Poetic talent doesn't operate in a vacuum. There is a spirit of Polish poetry.

Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune's darlings.

Whatever inspiration is, it's born from a continuous "I don't know.

Everyone needs solitude, especially a person who is used to thinking about what she experiences. Solitude is very important in my work as a mode of inspiration, but isolation is not good in this respect. I am not writing poetry about isolation.

Memory at last has what I sought.