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The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the one of imagination, nature is imagination itself. William Blake
The kinds of things that poetry can offer are timeless – mainly the kind of compression it offers of powerful language, powerful feelings and images, and, you know, the inner experience becoming outer.
“Nothing whets the intelligence more than a passionate suspicion, nothing develops all the faculties of an immature mind more than a trail running away into the dark.”