Occupation: Poet Birth: June 5, 1898 Death: August 19, 1936
...I am the immense shadow of my tears.
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves..
I will always be on the side of those who have nothing and who are not even allowed to enjoy the nothing they have in peace..
Death, vicious death, Leave a green branch for love..
The one thing life has taught me is that most people spend their lives bottled up inside their houses doing the things they hate..
Understand one single day fully, so you can love every night..
A poet must be a professor of the five senses and must open doors among them..
The day hunger disappears, the world will see the greatest spiritual explosion humanity has ever seen..
Today in my heart a vague trembling of stars and all roses are as white as my pain..
I've often lost myself, in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake.
The day we stop resisting our instincts, we'll have learned how to live..
The terrible, cold, cruel part is Wall Street. Rivers of gold flow there from all over the earth, and death comes with it. There, as nowhere else, yo….
The snow is falling on the deserted field of my life, and my hopes, which roam far, are afraid of becoming frozen or lost..
A nation that does not support and encourage its theater is - if not dead - dying; just as a theater that does not capture with laughter and tears th….
The artist, and particularly the poet, is always an anarchist in the best sense of the word. He must heed only the call that arises within him from t….
Only mystery allows us to live, only mystery..
The day that hunger is eradicated from the earth there will be the greatest spiritual explosion the world has ever known. Humanity cannot imagine the….
Every step we take on earth brings us to a new world..
The poem, the song, the picture, is only water drawn from the well of the people, and it should be given back to them in a cup of beauty so that they….
I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads.
Love is the kiss in the quiet nest while the leaves are trembling, mirrored in the water..