Great Regulars: The poet's thunder conveys "secrets of

the solar track/Sparks of the supersolar blaze." Here, Emerson's language really leaps off the page. The hissing sibilants and hard consonants crackle, as if with divine energy.

And surely this is what we want from art: secrets and sparks. We long for the hidden to be made known, for a sudden ecstatic epiphany. We linger on the word "blaze," and glow with the promise of enlightenment.

from Christopher Nield: The Epoch Times: The Antidote--Classic Poetry for Modern Life: A Reading from "Merlin" by Emerson

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