rafael faust.

“Poetry has no ebb and flow. It is, it abides. Even if you take away its ‘social’ efficacy, you cannot take away its living, human fullness, profundity, autonomy. After all, it can visibly penetrate also into those spheres where sleep is so active. To ‘dare’ to dwell in sleep, to draw nourishment from it, to communicate with it, such, if you like, is the unhurried confidence of poetry in itself — it does not need to be shown the way, to be authorised, to be controlled (so too, correspondingly, the reader).
Does poetry lose something in such circumstances, or does it gain? Let me leave this as an unanswered question. The main thing is that it survives. Drive it out of the door, it comes back through the window.”
― Gennady Aygi, Veronica's book: With notes on sleep and poetry