But they know about us, they know, the four corners, and the chairs nearby us. Discerning shadows also know, and even the table keeps quiet.

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

I usually write for the individual reader -though I would like to have many such readers. There are some poets who write for people assembled in big rooms, so they can live through something collectively. I prefer my reader to take my poem and have a one-on-one relationship with it.

I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.

No one in my family has ever died of love. What happened, happened, but nothing myth-inspiring.

Somewhere out there the world must have an end.

Existentialists are monumentally and monotonously serious; they don't like to joke.