Poetry is the language of a state of crisis

It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.

One who in a crisis forgets nautical language and shouts: 'For God's sake turn left!'

Poetry: the best words in the best order.

If words allow themselves to be handled, it is with the help of infinite carefulness. One has to welcome them, listen to the, before asking any service of them. Words are living things closely involved with human life.

The poet knows that he speaks adequately, then, only when he speaks somewhat wildly.