“With my teethI have seized lifeUpon the knife of my youth.With my lips today,With my lips alone...”

“In my land we don't question someone who has been touched deeply.There is no malign shadow over capsized boats.”

“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.”

“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.”

“Lucidity is the wound closest to the sun.”

“I believe in the magic and authority of words.”

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