The Poet Does Not Fear Death, Not

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

The Poet Does Not Fear Death, Not Because He Believes In The Fantasy Of Heroes, But Because Death Constantly Visits His Thoughts And Is Thus An Image Of A Serene Dialogue.

War, I Have Always Said, Forces Men To Change Their Standards, Regardless Of Whether Their Country Has Won Or Lost.

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.

A Poet Clings To His Own Tradition And Avoids Internationalism.