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In Reading, A Lonely Quiet Concert Is Given To Our Minds; All Our Mental Faculties Will Be Present In This Symphonic Exaltation.

The Pure Work Implies The Disappearance Of The Poet As Speaker, Who Hands Over To The Words.

As For Me, Poetry Takes The Place Of Love, Because It Is Enamored Of Itself, And Because This Self-lust Has A Delightful Dying Fall In My Soul.

Poets Don't Finish Poems, They Abandon Them.

It Is The Job Of Poetry To Clean Up Our Word-clogged Reality By Creating Silences Around Things.