“What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but
whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them,
it sounds like lovely music.... And people flock around the poet and
say: 'Sing again soon' - that is, 'May new sufferings torment your soul
but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten
us, but the music, that is blissful.”
―
Søren Kierkegaard,
Either/Or
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