JoÃ« Bousquet famous quotes

Last updated: Sep 5, 2024

There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then 'twas the Roman, now 'tis I.
What is this world? A mere curl of smoke for the wind to scatter.
Look and see which way the wind blows before you commit yourself.
Other times when I hear the wind blow I feel that just hearing the wind blow makes it worth being born.
The spoken discourse may roll on strongly as the great tidal wave; but, like the wave, it dies at last feebly on the sands. It is heard by few, remembered by still fewer, and fades away, like an echo in the mountains, leaving no token of power. It is the written human speech, that gave power and permanence to human thought.
Looking forward into an empty year strikes one with a certain awe, because one finds therein no recognition. The years behind have a friendly aspect, and they are warmed by the fires we have kindled, and all their echoes are the echoes of our own voices.
Fame is that which is known to exist by the echo of its footsteps through congenial minds.
End rhymes are not enough. Every word-sound in a poem should find an echo in another, neighbouring word's sound to achieve what Ezra Pound called melopoeia. (This is something like what the Welsh call Cynghanned.)
You have to trust your body to take care of you.
Wisdom is to the soul as food is to the body.

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