I will speak under the sign of Horace, master of all of us, the poets who dared to explain our way of making poetry. Ezra Pound, one of the great figures of the 20th century, wrote: the Roman poets were the first ones who had the same problems as us. Close to Greece, close to the gods, without fear to proclaim the sacredness of poetry, knowing that this sacredness can be cultural and lay, or religious and spiritual. Moving in a calmly luminous space. That is how Horace and Virgil felt. Urban, but participating in nature. This is why it is said that the ancient await us in the future. Some of the warnings of Horace can be useful for the readers and the younger poets, whom I have been thinking about for some time. I will attempt recovering for some time the privileged watchtower of Aristoteles, who had in front of his eyes the best works of each literary genre, practically nothing else but the best. Like him, we need to listen carefully to the words of Plato, with the attention of a disciple. From there, the review of some classical questions can give us certain surprises: the problem of fiction, the dissociation between poetic and rhetoric, between poetry and literature. The harmonic fusion between thought and feeling. The Platonic caution, referred to the exile of the poets. That I will call the Virgilian minority. The question of the tower and the word pleb. The possibility of a poetry that is at the same time aristocratic and democratic. The notion of sovereignty. The full recovery of the key functions of poetry. The notion of enthusiasm. The body. Love. I already ask to excuse me, because I will speak about myself in some moments and because I am afraid I am not going to say anything new.