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Vicente Huidobro 365  Vicente Huidobro (1893–1948) Ars Poetica Let the line be like a key that opens a thousand doors. A leaf falls; something flies by; Whatever the eyes see, let it be created, and let the soul of the hearer tremble. Invent many worlds and look to your word; the adjective, when it does not vivify, kills. We are in the age of nerves. The muscle hangs loose, like a memory, in museums; but we are not the weaker for that: true power resides in the head. Why do you sing of the rose, you poets! Make it flower in the poem; Only for us do all things live under the sun. The poet is a small god. Rhina P. Espaillat, 2011 ...