The Poetic Image Exists Apart From Causality.

If We Did Not Have A Feminine Being Within Us, How Would We Rest Ourselves?

All The Senses Awaken And Fall Into Harmony In Poetic Reverie. Poetic Reverie Listens To This Polyphony Of The Senses, And The Poetic Consciousness Must Record It.

Imagination Is A Tree. It Has The Integrative Virtues Of A Tree. It Is Root And Boughs. It Lives Between Earth And Sky. It Lives In The Earth And The Wind. The Imagined Tree Imperceptibly Becomes A Cosmological Tree, The Tree Which Epitomises A Universe, Which Makes A Universe.

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

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