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But Poets Were Not Considered Dangerous And They Were Advised To Exercise Self-censorship. At Most, Poets Were Requested Not To Write At All. I Took Advantage Of This Negative Liberty.

Strangely, Dante's Divine Comedy Did Not Produce A Prose Of That Creative Height Or It Did So After Centuries.

However, Poetry Does Not Live Solely In Books Or In School Anthologies.

For My Part, If I Consider Poetry As An Object, I Maintain That It Is Born Of The Necessity Of Adding A Vocal Sound (speech) To The Hammering Of The First Tribal Music.

Happiness, For You We Walk On A Knife Edge. To The Eyes You Are A Flickering Light, To The Feet, Thin Ice That Cracks; And So May No One Touch You Who Loves You.