To the reader, Cocteau says,

“The worst fate of a poet is to be admired without being understood.”

“A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.”

“The poet never asks for admiration; he wants to be believed.”

“Poets don’t draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.”

“Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility.”

“Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.”

“Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.”

“The poet doesn’t invent. He listens.”

And to the poet, he says,

“Know that your work speaks only to those on the same wavelength as you.”

Emphasis mine.