At Every Sunrise I Renounce The Doubts

Vulgarized Knowledge Characteristically Gives Birth To A Feeling That Everything Is Understandable And Explained. It Is Like A System Of Bridges Built Over Chasms. One Can Travel Boldly Ahead Over These Bridges, Ignoring The Chasms. It Is Forbidden To Look Down Into Them; But That, Alas, Does Not Alter The Fact That They Exist.

I Knew That I Would Speak In The Language Of The Vanquished No More Durable Than Old Customs, Family Rituals, Christmas Tinsel, And Once A Year The Hilarity Of Carols.

Be Young Forever, Seasons Of The Earth.

Every Poet Depends Upon Generations Who Wrote In His Native Tongue; He Inherits Styles And Forms Elaborated By Those Who Lived Before Him. At The Same Time, Though, He Feels That Those Old Means Of Expression Are Not Adequate To His Own Experience.

Do Not Feel Safe. The Poet Remembers. You Can Kill One, But Another Is Born. The Words Are Written Down, The Deed, The Date.