Love grows by not giving to us. And if our passion for poetry lives on and persists, it is because poetry offers us only its bits of lint. — Kiki Dimoula Copy Share Image
I write very rarely. Only, in fact, when the sheet of paper suffers an existential crisis and threatens, if I don't surrender to it,… — Kiki Dimoula Copy Share Image
Poetry contains love and holds it in high esteem, even though love always humiliates it by using it merely as a soothing after-shave lotion. — Kiki Dimoula Copy Share Image
Poetry relishes ripe fruit - but ripe is one thing and overripe quite another. That's something poetry doesn't like, so it couldn't care less… — Kiki Dimoula Copy Share Image
I don't aspire, but I would be very happy if one of my poems suddenly offered someone a shady rest stop, a breather in… — Kiki Dimoula Copy Share Image
What I try to do is to keep emotion on a tight leash; otherwise, it can never be transubstantiated into poetry. — Kiki Dimoula Copy Share Image
You are walking in a desert.You hear a bird singing.As absurd as it may seem for a bird to be pending in the desert,you… — Kiki Dimoula Copy Share Image
All that we are and all that we've ever felt, words have felt it first. — Kiki Dimoula Copy Share Image
If anything needs love it is reality, for it is reality that lacks it the most - I doubt that it was ever loved. — Kiki Dimoula Copy Share Image
Love grows by not giving to us. And if our passion for poetry lives on and persists, it is because poetry offers us only… — Kiki Dimoula Copy Share Image
Life's essential length is only a few pages long, as succinct as a line of verse and as brief as the title of a… — Kiki Dimoula Copy Share Image
