INTERPOLATED

The circumspection of the poet addresses itself really to form, the world gives him the stuff all too generously, the content springs on its own out of the fullness inside him; both come together unconsciously and at the end no one can tell to whom the riches truly belong.

Form, however, though it lies above all in the genius, needs to be known and considered, and here caution is required, so that form, matter and content correspond to one another, fuse together and interpenetrate.

The poet stands far too high to form a party. Gaiety and awareness are the lovely gifts for which he thanks the Creator: Awareness, that he not be fearful in the face of the dreadful; gaiety, that he know how to represent all things with delight.74