The poetic image […] is not an echo of the past. On the contrary: through the brilliance of any image, the distant past resounds with echoes. - Gaston Bachelard

"Pierre-Jean Jouve writes: "poetry is a soul inaugurating form". The soul inaugurates. Here it is the supreme power. It is human dignity. Even if the "form" was already well-known, previously discovered, carved from "commonplaces", before the interior poetic light was turned upon it, it was a mere object for the mind. But the soul comes and inaugurates the form, dwells in it, takes pleasure in it."

Would a bird build its nest if it did not have its instinct for confidence in the world?

The lock doesn’t exist that could resist absolute violence, and all locks are an invitation to thieves. A lock is a psychological threshold.