Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.[La poesía es siempre un acto de paz. El poeta nace de la paz como el pan nace de la harina.]
Source:Memoirs (1974), (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, ed. 1977), Chapter 6. I Went Out to Look for the Fallen, Page 137
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