Poets

(Quadro: Floating poet, de Mark Cross)

Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present; the words which express what they understand not; the trumpets which sing to battle and feel not what they inspire; the influence which is moved not, but moves. Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.

Shelley, Percy, A defence of poetry

[Em greve de porquês. Indefinidamente.]