“The poet advises: 'Read me. Read me again.'He does not always come away unscathed fromhis page, but like the poor, he knows how to make use of an olive's eternity.”

“How did writing come to me? Like bird’s down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle of firebrands, which has, still now, not ended.”

“A poet must leave traces of his passage, not proof.”

“A poet should leave traces of his passage, not proof.”

“There is only the one like me, the companion man or woman, who can wake me from my torpor, set off the poetry, hurl me against the limits of the old desert for me to triumph over it. No other. Neither sky nor privileged earth, now things which set you to trembling. Torch, I only waltz with that one.”

“Eternity is not much longer than life.”

“No man, unless he be dead in living, can feel at anchor in this life.”