Saturday, September 21, 2013


There is nothing more precious in the world than the poetic spirit, and a sense of chivalry.

The common herd are lovers, poets are idolaters.

They tell of poets who all their lives fixed their eyes upon on beloved image. I believe indeed (but I am biased) that fidelity is one of the signs of genius.

Our neighbours say: Shakespeare and Goethe! We can respond: Victor Hugo and Théophile Gautier!

Only three beings deserve our respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.

The absolute drug, is Poetry.

Also see:
Frozen Poets - Sculptures, graves and other traces of poets

Dutch poetry in Indonesian language, translated by Siti Wahyuningsih and Albert Hagenaars

Critical reviews on modern Dutch poetry

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