The poet doesn't invent. He listens. — Jean Cocteau
The poet doesn't invent. He listens. — Jean Cocteau
The poet doesn't invent. He listens. — Jean Cocteau
The poet doesn't invent. He listens. — Jean Cocteau
The poet doesn't invent. He listens. — Jean Cocteau
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The poet doesn't invent. He listens.

— Jean Cocteau
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