If I can be called poet, that would be through the virtue that I carry it into my daily life; when I am most poetical, I know I believe that-poetry will least betray itself. When I am most conventional, I feel I am most eccentric, therefore finer and far truer.
To express my vehemence I always use the language of silence, that is the best, strongest when crushing rivalry; in silence, when I am best and strong, I can be renaissance itself, and will create a peculiar tone and shade, let me dare say, the beauty of nuance.
If I look modern, it is because I am human. If I am inarticulate in song, that is because my heart is too full.
While I admire your brains, let me say that you are a little crude and flat; isn’t there any way for you to forget your reaching the same old conclusions? Although I may appear to you alien, exotic, subtle, mysterious, often baffling, I do not mean to become different from you; and I always deny when people say that
