Homer: Iliad I
Poets are holy vessels
In which the wine of life,
The spirit of heroes is preserved;
But this young man’s spirit,
The quick—would it not burst
Any vessel that tried to contain it?
Let the poet leave him untouched like the spirit of Nature,
For both reduce to a bungling boy, the masterly craftsman.
In the poem he cannot live and last,
He lives and lasts in the world.
—Friedrich Hölderlin, “Bonaparte”