Agenda / Yeats

But a great poet cannot exist without being in some way humanly great, and this quality of moral intelligence is what grows in the rereading of his poems; this quality is a complicated density of moral, intellectual, and physical passion. We are speaking of what is expressed and implicit not quite as music, but as language. So much by way prelude..."Clowns got up as poets, arrogant bureaucrats, pedantic criers, you are the standard-bearers: carrying faded colors. Being a poet isn’t a matter of pride. It’s only an error of nature. A burden to be shouldered with fear."