Poetry leads to the same place as all forms of eroticism — to the blending and fusion of separate objects. It leads us to eternity, it leads us to death, and through death to continuity. Poetry is eternity; the sun matched with the sea.
“Bees will not work except in darkness; Thought will not work except in Silence: neither will Virtue work except in Secrecy.”
Thomas Carlyle | Sartor Resartus
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