I am hard to disgust, but a pretentious poet can do it

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

I act as the tongue of you,
... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.

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.

Don't ask me any questions. I've seen how things that seek their way find their void instead.

The words of the Greeks are born on their lips, but those of the Romans in their hearts.