Sublime

There’s a poem by Jacque Prévert that sums up this basic confusion quite well. He wrote: I am what I am I was made like this What more do you want What do you want of me

‘You are a poem – and that is to be the best part of a poet – what makes up the poet’s consciousness in his best moods,’ said Will, showing such originality as we all share with the morning and the spring-time and other endless renewals.