Jean Cocteau

Poets don't draw.
They unravel their handwriting
and then tie it up again, but differently.
-- Jean Cocteau

An excerpt from

 Preamble 

(A Rough Draft For An Ars Poetica)
by Jean Cocteau

...For the explosive word
falls harmlessly
eternal through
the compact generations
and except for you
nothing
denotates
its sweet-scented dynamite
Greetings
I discard eloquence
the empty sail
and the swollen sail
which cause the ship
to lose her course
My ink nicks
and there
and there
and there
and
there
sleeps
deep poetry...