Lines from "De La Imortal Agonia", By Juan Rios, Lima 1940
(translation by Wallace Kaufman).

Poetry does not close it's eyes nor seek refuge in a dream
poetry wants to fly, though it dips its wings in the fire.

To illuminate, something must burn.
The poet descends to the inferno to save his soul
Poetry is a bird that sings among torments,
a rose that opens among battles.

I sing what exists and what does not exist
I announced the future, and my song will endure more than my anguish.

Who cannot sing what will be, should be quiet.
Who cannot sing his time better should not sing!