It suits a poet to seek cold new waters. How can he find them ?
The business of ideas is usually fluvial : it passes through the powerful and frothy waves of large rivers. On its paper boat, the human mind gladly displays the strength of its arms by dashing over those waves ; it believes that muddy riverbeds will provide a stable foundation for their spiritual, feet of clay giants.
A poet’s inclination, on the other hand, is more closely related to that of a dowser : he delights in the infinitely tenuous streams that draw on underground reservoirs.