The poet, says Plato, seated upon the muses tripod, pours out with fury whatever comes into his mouth, like the pipe of a fountain, without considering and weighing it; and things escape him of various colours, of contrary substance, and with an irregular torrent.
Poetak, dio Platonek, Musen hiruzangokoaren gainean jarririk zoroki botatzen du ahora datorkion guztia, iturri bateko zurrutak bezala, ausnartu ez pisatu gabe, eta kolore ezberdineko, gai kontrariozko eta etorri hautsizko gauzak itzurtzen zaizkio.