Constantine Peter Cavafy (April 17, 1863 – April 29, 1933)
Like a good tailor who fashions a suit for one man (or even two) resplendently; and an over coat that might suit two or three — thus for me might my poems be made “to fit,” in one case (or perhaps in two or three). The comparison is somewhat deprecatory (only in a superficial sense) but it is, I think, accurate and measuring. If my poems do not fit in a general sense, then they fit in a particular sense. This is no small matter. Their truth is, in this fashion, guaranteed.