“In the deepest nights words left behind or asleep may find their connections. In scattered papers, who knows or forgets them? Someday perhaps they’ll resonate—who knows?— in a few sympathetic hearts.” — Vicente Aleixandre Copy Share Image
“I would say a few words in your ear. A doubtful man has little faith. Live a long time and it gets dark, and… — Vicente Aleixandre Copy Share Image
Poetry is a succession of questions which the poet constantly poses. — Vicente Aleixandre Copy Share Image
Hours of solitude, hours of creation, hours of meditation. Solitude and meditation gave me an awareness, a perspective which I have never lost: that… — Vicente Aleixandre Copy Share Image
“In the deepest nights words left behind or asleep may find their connections. In scattered papers, who knows or forgets them? Someday perhaps they’ll… — Vicente Aleixandre Copy Share Image
“After the dead words, after the ones still said and spoken, what do you expect? Some flying leaves, more scattered papers. Who knows? Some… — Vicente Aleixandre Copy Share Image
