It has often been observed that the repercussion of poetic language on prose language can be considered a decisive cut of a whip.

Strangely, Dante's Divine Comedy did not produce a prose of that creative height or it did so after centuries.

But poets were not considered dangerous and they were advised to exercise self-censorship. At most, poets were requested not to write at all. I took advantage of this negative liberty.

The poet does not know - often he will never know - whom he really writes for.

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.

There is poetry even in prose, in all the great prose which is not merely utilitarian or didactic: there exist poets who write in prose or at least in more or less apparent prose; millions of poets write verses which have no connection with poetry.