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Poetry is less bound by time and circumstance than any other of the arts; good poetry comes almost directly from a man’s mind, and senses and blood-stream, and no one can predict the man.
Consider all this; and then turn to this green, gentle, and most docile earth; consider them both, the sea and the land; and do you not find a strange analogy to something in yourself? For as this appalling ocean surrounds the verdant land, so in the soul of man there lies one insular Tahiti, full of peace and joy, but encompassed by all the horrors of the half known life. God keep thee! Push not off from that isle, thou canst never return! ++++
'What we ask of writers is that they guarantee the survival of what we call human, in a world where everything appears inhuman.'
“… Fall down seven times, get up eight.” … Japanese proverb
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