“His poems are the sort one lives with over the years, for their pleasures are time-released. He’s a poet of maturity who now is writing in his maturity (he turns 85 this year). Ferry writes for adults, an anomaly in contemporary poetry, and has a sense of humor. His books sit not on my shelves but on my desk with Eliot, Auden, Cunningham, Berryman, Bowers, Larkin and Geoffrey Hill.” (Patrick Kurp despre David Ferry)
Antim, Sadoveanu, Eminescu; Philippide, Botta, Doinaş, Jebeleanu, Bogza, Stãnescu; Arghezi, Naum.
Poezia cam astringentã.
Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people — people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book (E. B. White)
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