My Readers At That Time Were Still

My Readers At That Time Were Still Men Of Letters; But There Had To Be Other People Waiting To Read My Poems.

In Opposition To This Detachment, He Finds An Image Of Man Which Contains Within Itself Man's Dreams, Man's Illness, Man's Redemption From The Misery Of Poverty - Poverty Which Can No Longer Be For Him A Sign Of The Acceptance Of Life.

He Passes From Lyric To Epic Poetry In Order To Speak About The World And The Torment In The World Through Man, Rationally And Emotionally. The Poet Then Becomes A Danger.

As The Poet Has Expected, The Alarms Now Are Sounded, For - And It Must Be Said Again - The Birth Of A Poet Is Always A Threat To The Existing Cultural Order, Because He Attempts To Break Through The Circle Of Literary Castes To Reach The Center.

We Wrote Verses That Condemned Us, With No Hope Of Pardon, To The Most Bitter Solitude.