Perhaps the image of the poet as the futile appreciator of “beauty” is irreversible, as the idler whose life’s goal is to “touch hearts”. Oh, ridiculous! And to think that poets were Dante and Homer… In any case, there is nothing left to do. Unless poetry proves to be an objective inducer of tangible qualities that those who do not know about it do not possess, and unless a current of poets emerges who totally break with what has been done in poetry, and they become known, have their works widely disseminated, read and re-read,—something quite unlikely,—such a scenario seems definitive.