"The poet doesn't invent. He listens.
Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes, these muzzles, these unicorns, these torches, these towers, these martlets, these seedlings of stars and these fields of blue!
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Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for ...
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