For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see,Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.

Escóndeme en tus brazospor esta noche sola,mientras la lluvia rompecontra el mar y la tierrasu boca innumerable.

Poetry had always seemed something I could turn to in need - an emergency exit, a lifebuoy, as well as a justification.

The same that oft-times hath charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam of perilous seas, in fairy lands forlorn.

You can tell it's a poem because it's swimming in a little gel pack of white space. That shows it's a poem.

[Fiction and poetry] are medicines, they're doses, and they heal the rupture that reality makes on the imagination.

I have daughters and I have sons.When one of them lays a handOn my shoulder, shining fishTurn suddenly in the deep sea.

First, I thought, almost despairing,This must crush my spirit now;Yet I bore it, and am bearing-Only do not ask me how.

When power narrows the areas of a man's concerns, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence

I yearn to make these scars disappearAnd to forget about the past.To throw away all of my fearsAnd to be happy at last.

Tenho uma confissão a fazer: do que escrevo 90% é invenção, só 10% é mentira.

My mouth is a fire escape.The words coming outdon’t care that they are naked.There is something burning in there.

And this gray spirit yearning in desireTo follow knowledge like a sinking star,Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

Think of what starlight And lamplight would lack Diamonds and fireflies If they couldn’t lean against Black. . . .

Clear, unscalable, aheadRise the Mountains of Instead,From whose cold, cascading streamsNone may drink except in dreams.