Not least because on page 15 there is the following poem by Rilke:
Oh speak, poet, what do you do?
But the monstrosities and the murderous days,
How do you endure them, how do you take them?
But the anonymous, the nameless grays,
How poet, do you still invoke them?
What right have you, in all displays,
in very mask, to be genuine?
And that the stillness and the turbulent sprays
know you like star and storm?
---since I praise
- Translated by John J. L. Mood