It's a maddening thing in itself to look at an old poem of yours. To translate it is even more maddening.

To translate poetry, one has to possess some art, at the very least the art of stylistic re-embodiment.

Venice is eternity itself.

After the last line of a poem, nothing follows except literary criticism.

The one who writes a poem writes it above all because verse writing is an extraordinary accelerator of conscience, of thinking, of comprehending the universe.

By failing to read or listen to poets, society dooms itself to inferior modes of articulation: those of the politician, the salesman or the charlatan... In other words, it forfeits its own evolutionary potential.