Selection of poems

“But what can I tell you about Poetry? What can I tell you about these clouds, about this sky? Look at them, look at them, look at them and nothing else. You understand that a poet cannot say anything about Poetry; let us leave that to critics and teachers. But neither you, nor I, nor any poet, know what Poetry is. It is there! looked. I have the fire in my hands, I know it and I work perfectly with it, but I can’t talk about it without philology. I understand all the poetic arts. I could talk about them if I didn’t change my mind every five minutes. I do not know. Maybe one day I’ll love bad poetry like I love bad music today, madly. I will burn the Parthenon one night to start building it in the morning and never finish it. In my lectures I once spoke of Poetry, but the only thing I can’t talk about is my poetry. No because I am not conscious of what I am doing. On the contrary, if it is true that I am a poet by the grace of God – or the devil – it is equally true that I am a poet by virtue of technique and effort, and because I absolutely possess what a poem is.”