الشاعر بُلبُلٌ يجلس في الظلام ويغرّد ليسلّي وحدته بأصوات عذبة.

“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.”Percy Bysshe Shelley — A defence of poetry. Essay on the literature, arts, and manners of the Athenians. Preface to the Banquet of Plato. The banquet (1840)