As The Poet Has Expected, The Alarms

After The Turbulence Of Death, Moral Principles And Even Religious Proofs Are Called Into Question.

A Poet Clings To His Own Tradition And Avoids Internationalism.

Even A Polemic Has Some Justification If One Considers That My Own First Poetic Experiments Began During A Dictatorship And Mark The Origin Of The Hermetic Movement.

At The Point When Continuity Was Interrupted By The First Nuclear Explosion, It Would Have Been Too Easy To Recover The Formal Sediment Which Linked Us With An Age Of Poetic Decorum, Of A Preoccupation With Poetic Sounds.

An Exact Poetic Duplication Of A Man Is For The Poet A Negation Of The Earth, An Impossibility Of Being, Even Though His Greatest Desire Is To Speak To Many Men, To Unite With Them By Means Of Harmonious Verses About The Truths Of The Mind Or Of Things.