To partly remain a child: that is to be really mature.
Life is a rainbow which also includes black.
In any man who dies there dies with him his first snow and kiss and fight... Not people die but worlds die in them.
In Russia all tyrants believe poets to be their worst enemies.
Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers.
He watched through a crack inside just pretending to be dead he wanted to fix each pallbearer in his memory . . . it seems to me a telephone was installed in the coffin to someone yet again Stalin is sending his instructions.