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OF POETS 183
What is for it beauty and sea and peacock-decora- tion ? This simile I give unto poets.
Verily, their mind itself is the peacock of peacocks, and a sea of vanity !
The mind of poets wisheth spectators, even if it were buffaloes !
But I wearied of that mind ; and I see a time when it will weary of itself.
Changed already have I seen the poets, and their glance turned against themselves.
Penitents of spirit I saw come. They grew out of poets."
Thus spake Zarathustra.
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