more on synthesis (see may 27: a letter from kris hemensley)
'If the Image consists (as it frequently does) of a collection of objects, the "poetic fact" [pound] is not the objects themselves but the relations that bind them into a whole. Eliot describes how the poet discovers his images: "When a poet's mind is perfectly equipped for its work, it is constantly amalgamating disparate experience; the ordinary man's experience is chaotic, irregular, fragmentary. The latter falls in love, or reads Spinoza, and these two experiences have nothing to do with each other, or with the noise of the typewriter or the smell of the cooking; in the mind of the poet these experiences are always forming new wholes"'. charles hartman 'free verse' p132.
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I wander’d lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host , of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Love Forever
Love forever
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