My poems are like a dagger Sprouting flowers from the hilt; My poetry is like a fountain Sprinkling streams of coral water.

All is beautiful and unceasing, all is music and reason, and all, like diamond, is carbon first, then light.

My poems please the brave: My poems, short and sincere, Have the force of steel Which forges swords.

I know that when the world surrenders, pallid, to repose, the murmur of a tranquil stream through the deep silence flows.

At present, I am a poet trying to be a soldier. To tell the truth, I am not interested in writing nowadays, except in so far as writing is the expression of so…

Quand vous serez bien vieille, au soir, a la chandelle, Assise aupres du feu, devidant et filant, Direz, chantant mes vers, en vous emerveillant: 'Ronsard me c…

J'allais sous le ciel, Muse! et j'etais ton feal.