According to them, the poet is confined to the provinces with his mouth broken on his own syllabic trapeze.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
But for a few phrases from his letters and an odd line or two of his verse, the poet walks gagged through his own biography.
He passes from lyric to epic poetry in order to speak about the world and the torment in the world through man, rationally and emotionally. The poet then becomes a danger.
A lot happens by accident in poetry.
It is quite cruel that a poet cannot wander through his regions of enchantment without having a critic, forever, like the old man of the sea, upon his back.
One characteristic of modern poetry is that arrangement of parts which strikes many people as being violent or obscure.
Poetry is man's rebellion against being what he is.
Poetry is also the physical self of the poet, and it is impossible to separate the poet from his poetry.
Poets go through a very tough apprenticeship in the use of words.
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.