Keep up the good work, if only for a while, if only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.

Secret codes resound. Doubts and intentions come to light.

At the very beginning of my creative life I loved humanity. I wanted to do something good for mankind. Soon I understood that it isn't possible to save mankind.

I started earning a living as a poet rather early on.

All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.

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

I've had the good fortune to read a lot of great American writers in translation, and my absolute beloved, for me one of the greatest writers ever, is Mark Twain. Yes, yes, yes. And Whitman, from whom the whole of 20th-century poetry sprung up. Whitman was the origin of things, someone with a completely different outlook. But I think that he's the father of the new wave in the world's poetry which to this very day is hitting the shore.