I like being near the top of a mountain. One can't get lost here.
Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice.
Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.
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.
Keep up the good work, if only for a while, if only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.
Is a decision made in advance really any kind of choice.
Poetic talent doesn't operate in a vacuum. There is a spirit of Polish poetry.
I started earning a living as a poet rather early on.
I slide my arm from under the sleeper's head and it is numb, full of swarming pins, on the tip of each, waiting to be counted, the fallen angels sit.
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.
I cannot speak for more than an hour exclusively about poetry. At that point, life itself takes over again.
Get to know other worlds, if only for comparison. I am near, too near for him to dream of me.
Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.
Any knowledge that doesn't lead to new questions quickly dies out: it fails to maintain the temperature required for sustaining life.
All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination.