From The Night, His Solitude, The Poet

The Resistance Is A Moral Certainty, Not A Poetic One. The True Poet Never Uses Words In Order To Punish Someone. His Judgment Belongs To A Creative Order; It Is Not Formulated As A Prophetic Scripture.

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

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.

We Wrote Verses That Condemned Us, With No Hope Of Pardon, To The Most Bitter Solitude.

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.