The Trouble With Poets

If by accident, they occasionally come near to any kind of truth they tend to breakout in hives, or shake uncontrollably. We shouldn’t expect them to be truthful, it’s asking too much. Would we demand a dog cook its own dinner, or a pickpocket play a glockenspiel while lifting a wallet? Mostly and quite contrarily, we condemn the author for having lied a whole lot better than we ever could have.