We are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.


La poétique de l'espace [The Poetics of Space] (1958)


We are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.

We are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.

We are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.

We are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.