Growing rice gives you more than poetry will.
The day is coming when I fly off, but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice? Who says words with my mouth? Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I cannot stop asking.
One day, I will be a poet. Water will depend on my visions.
I believe in the power of poetry, which gives me reasons to look ahead and identify a glint of light.
Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.
Jean Jacques Rousseau
Every old poem is sacred.
When superstition is allowed to perform the task of old age in dulling the human temperament, we can say goodbye to all excellence in poetry, in painting, and in music.
Sentences are like sharp nails, which force truth upon our memories.
Poetry must have something in it that is barbaric, vast and wild.