At All Times And In All Fields

The House Protects The Dreamer, The House Allows One To Dream In Peace

Words, In Their Distant Past, Have The Past Of My Reveries.

The Poetic Image Is A Sudden Salience On The Surface Of The Psyche

If There Is Any Realm Where Distinction Is Especially Difficult, It Is The Realm Of Childhood Memories, The Realm Of Beloved Images Harbored In Memory Since Childhood. These Memories Which Live By The Image And In Virtue Of The Image Become, At Certain Times Of Our Lives And Particularly During The Quiet Age, The Origin And Matter Of A Complex Reverie: The Memory Dreams, And Reverie Remembers.

Why Should The Actions Of The Imagination Not Be As Real As Those Of Perception?