(...clearly the whole question goes much deeper than that, however.

A poet becomes identified with ordinary people by way of his or her own passionate identification with same.

But such a passion implies an isolation, a separation, of some kind.

In overcoming that primal distance - in the victory of the quest, the winning of the game - the poet embodies something supremely ornamental in their own person & art.)

(Geez, this sounds suspiciously way too much like D'Annunzio..., or, Lorca, I'd rather think of. Crane. or Dickinson, the Silencer.)

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