The Life of the poet, is it different to the lives of the ordinary anonymous person we pass the time of the day with, who jostles us on crowded streets or elbows us out in that hurried passage to reach the winning post to place the laurel wreaths upon their brows. No, the true poet is never the victor, never seeks the cheers of vociferous voices or the applause of surging crowds drowning the voice of spontaneous utterance.