True Poetry Is Similar To Certain Pictures

However, Poetry Does Not Live Solely In Books Or In School Anthologies.

Today Not Even A Universal Fire Could Make The Torrential Poetic Production Of Our Time Disappear. But It Is Exactly A Question Of Production, That Is, Of Hand-made Products Which Are Subject To The Laws Of Taste And Fashion.

I Have Always Knocked At The Door Of That Wonderful And Terrible Enigma Which Is Life.

Mass Communication, Radio, And Especially Television, Have Attempted, Not Without Success, To Annihilate Every Possibility Of Solitude And Reflection.

Happiness, For You We Walk On A Knife Edge. To The Eyes You Are A Flickering Light, To The Feet, Thin Ice That Cracks; And So May No One Touch You Who Loves You.