of the imagination. It is the imagination that draws beautiful forms from chaos. It is that shared gift that binds us together in one family of readers and which binds us, right now, to the distant past.
Many of us are baffled by poetry, though none of us have any difficulty finding a face in the clouds. Yet perhaps the two activities are not that far apart. Confronted by a poem, we should allow our "easily persuaded eyes" to skim across the mysterious, cloudy words and let their "deep sounds" speak to us in silence.
from Christopher Nield: The Epoch Times: The Antidote--Classic Poetry for Modern Life: A Reading of 'The Poet in the Clouds' by Coleridge
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