Many of today's verses are prose and bad prose.
Today not even a universal fire could make the torrential poetic production of our time disappear. But it is exactly a question of production, that is, of hand-made products which are subject to the laws of taste and fashion.
This proves that great lyric poetry can die, be reborn, die again, but will always remain one of the most outstanding creations of the human soul.
There is poetry even in prose, in all the great prose which is not merely utilitarian or didactic: there exist poets who write in prose or at least in more or less apparent prose; millions of poets write verses which have no connection with poetry.
There is also poetry written to be shouted in a square in front of an enthusiastic crowd. This occurs especially in countries where authoritarian regimes are in power.
Strangely, Dante's Divine Comedy did not produce a prose of that creative height or it did so after centuries.
Slowly poetry becomes visual because it paints images, but it is also musical: it unites two arts into one.
Poetry is the art which is technically within the grasp of everyone: a piece of paper and a pencil and one is ready.
Narrative art, the novel, from Murasaki to Proust, has produced great works of poetry.
Mass communication, radio, and especially television, have attempted, not without success, to annihilate every possibility of solitude and reflection.
The poet does not know - often he will never know - whom he really writes for.