Stephane Mallarme

In reading, a lonely quiet concert is given to our minds; all our mental faculties will be present in this symphonic exaltation.

The poetic act consists of suddenly seeing that an idea splits up into a number of equal motifs and of grouping them; they rhyme.

Every soul is a melody which needs renewing.

Dreams have as much influence as actions.

The pure work implies the disappearance of the poet as speaker, who hands over to the words.