Poets Don't Finish Poems, They Abandon Them.

There Is Only Beauty / And It Has Only One Perfect Expression / Poetry. All The Rest Is A Lie /except For Those Who Live By The Body, Love, And, That Love Of The Mind, Friendship. For Me, Poetry Takes The Place Of Love, Because It Is Enamored Of Itself, And Because Its Sensual Delight Falls Back Deliciously In My Soul.

Everything That Is Sacred And That Wishes To Remain So Must Envelop Itself In Mystery.

Poets Don't Finish Poems, They Abandon Them.

It Is In Front Of The The Paper That The Artist Creates Himself.

Dreams Have As Much Influences As Actions.