Poet

I'm drowning in papers.

Let the people who never find true love keep saying that there's no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.

Unfortunately, poetry is not born in noise, in crowds, or on a bus. There have to be four walls and the certainty that the telephone will not ring. That's what writing is all about.

Poetic talent doesn't operate in a vacuum. There is a spirit of Polish poetry.

All imperfection is easier to tolerate if served up in small doses.

I like being near the top of a mountain. One can't get lost here.

All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.

Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.

I cannot speak for more than an hour exclusively about poetry. At that point, life itself takes over again.

I started earning a living as a poet rather early on.

Everyone needs solitude, especially a person who is used to thinking about what she experiences. Solitude is very important in my work as a mode of inspiration, but isolation is not good in this respect. I am not writing poetry about isolation.

All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination.

I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.

Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune's darlings.

I've reached the age of self-knowledge, so I don't know anything. People who claim that they know something are responsible for most of the fuss in the world.

Sometimes I write quickly, sometimes I spend several weeks on a single poem. I would really love for readers not to be able to guess which of the poems took so much work!

I have sympathy for young people, for their growing pains, but I balk when these growing pains are pushed into the foreground, when you make these young people the only vehicles of life's wisdom.

Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice.

I'm fighting against the bad poet who is prone to using too many words.

You can find the entire cosmos lurking in its least remarkable objects.