A Poet is the most unpoetical of any thing in existence, because he has no Identity – he is continually in for – and filling some other Body – The Sun, the Moon, the Sea and Men and Women who are creatures of impulse are poetical and have about them an unchangeable attribute – the Poet has none; no identity – he is certainly the most unpoetical of all God’s creatures.
John Keats, “A Letter to Richard Woodhouse” (1818)
(Já agora, Cf. ...)
Sem comentários:
Enviar um comentário