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No matter, he made me laugh and his outre outlook framed many of my own outre thoughts
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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