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A poet's freedom lies precisely in the impossibility of worldly success. It is the freedom of one who knows he will never be anything but a failure in the world's estimation, and may do as he pleases. The poet is a man on the sidelines of life, sidelined for life. He belongs to the aristocracy of the outcast, the lowest of the low, below the salt of the earth. A member of the most ancient regime in the world. One that cannot, it seems, be overthrown