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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.

You Don't Make A Poem With Ideas, But With Words.

Paint, Not The Thing But The Effect Which It Produces.

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.