A Poet (n.) cannot be questioned about what he meant, so every argument over his meaning goes on forever.
The Poet (n.) was, to Socrates, a soothsayer of beauty: gifted, inspired, and ignorant of what his own lines mean.
A Poet (n.) skilled in tragedy should also be a comic poet — Socrates' argument at dawn, which put both his poets to sleep.
A Poet (n.) is an airy thing, winged and holy, who cannot make poetry until he is inspired, out of his mind, his intellect gone.
A Poet (n.) ranks sixth in the order of souls — below the doctor and the prophet, just above the farmer, with only the sophist and the tyrant beneath.
The Poet (n.) who can become anything and imitate anything should be bowed to as holy and wonderful, anointed with myrrh, crowned — and sent away to another city.
A Poet (n.) paints colored pictures of every craft in words, knowing nothing of them, so that others as ignorant as he, who judge by words, think he speaks superbly.
The Poet (n.) is only the god's spokesman: the god takes away his intellect, as with prophets, so we know it is not the poet speaking but the god through him.