Saturday, February 28, 2015


This proves that great lyric poetry can die, be reborn, die again, but will always remain one of the most outstanding creations of the human soul.

One can't produce a single work without the help of the slow, assiduous, corrosive worm of thinking.

Poetry is the art which is technically within the grasp of everyone: a piece of paper and a pencil and one is ready.

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