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[...] All the poet wished to be was human. "And that seems objectionable to a young man?" somebody who has ceased to be one asks with suppressed indignation. "What does he want the poet to be? A bird, an icthyosaurus, a dodecahedron?." I can't say. However, I believe that the young poet when writing poetry simply wishes to be a poet. [...] The man's lot is to live his human life, the poet's to invent what is nonexistent. [...] The poet aggrandizes the world by adding to reality, which is there by itself, the continents of his imagination. Author derives from *auctor*, he who augments. It was the title Rome bestowed upon her generals when they had conquered new territory for the City.