Poetic talent doesn’t operate in a vacuum. There is a spirit of Polish poetry.
All imperfection is easier to tolerate if served up in small doses.
Generally speaking, life is so rich and full of variety; you have to remember all the time that there is a comical side to everything.
Take it not amiss, O speech, that I borrow weighty words, and later try hard to make them seem light.
I’m fighting against the bad poet who is prone to using too many words.
At the very beginning of my creative life I loved humanity. I wanted to do something good for mankind. Soon I understood that it isn’t possible to save mankind.
Unfortunately, poetry is not born in noise, in crowds, or on a bus. There have to be four walls and the certainty that the telephone will not ring. That’s what writing is all about.
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.
Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.
Poets yearn, of course, to be published, read, and understood, but they do little, if anything, to set themselves above the common herd and the daily grind.