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To be a poet
To be a poet
that is to love and to doubt the ruthlessness of thoughts. With a song on the lips to batter at forbidden gates.
In the dusk to seek hope,
which allows the proposal of a battered toast.
To be a poet
that is to reach again for the fire of the gods,
to steal away the chariot of the Sun
and to race with Fate.
To plunge into the horizon
so as to rise with the new sun.
Even in fever to lay out thoughts in a mosaic of words. Unto breathlessness listen to oneself
as sailors to siren voices
before foundering on the rocks.
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It‘s not so usual – to be a poet.
Jaroslav Seifert
