Originally Posted By: Zed


The poet shapes in blood and ink
what mortals fear to feel and think,
wherefore, while toasting him they try
to mix the hemlock in his drink.

The poet's triumph dearly bought,
is when hes losing fight is fought,
and mortals read his script and cry:
That's just what we have felt and thought.

Piet Hein



Quote:
“The man who is only a poet,” or only a scientist, is not even that.” - Piet Hein


Thanks for the Piet Hein, Zed. Very apt.
That Piet Hein guy was a marvel.

Last edited by themilum; 04/25/2007 9:39 PM.