The poet has nothing to be proud of.
He is not master of the situation,
but a servant.
Creative work is his only
possible form of existence,
and his every work is like a deed
he has no power to annul.
For him to be aware that the sequence of
such deeds is due and ripe,
that it lies in the very nature of things,
he has to have faith in the idea;
for only faith interlocks the system of images
for which read system of life.
--- Andrei Tarkovsky.
