Although it is never assumed, and never proclaimed, there is an all too obvious qualitative difference between poetry based on lies and that based on true impressions. To assume this, however, is to take a fresh look at many of the poets laureate, something that nobody seems willing to do. But it should be noted that, if taken seriously, there are perhaps no worse advisors and no worse liars than these countless poets who wrap everything in sensuality: what they call “beauty”, ‘sweetness’, “charm” is simply false. How can they be considered so eminent if they only know how to work with illusions? They lack reality and the realization that true beauty remains. It is certainly more difficult, but not impossible, to conceive a laudatory poetry that is based on a real perception.