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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.

Gaston Bachelard

Nobody knows that in reading we are re-living our temptations to be a poet. All readers who have a certain passion for reading, nurture and repress, through reading, the desire to become a writer.
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Desire Poet Reading Temptations Writing
The dream remains overloaded with the badly lived passions of daytime life. Solitude in the nocturnal dream is always a hostility. It is strange. It isn’t really our solitude.
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Dreams Life Live Load Ourselves Passion Remain Solitude Time
Love is never finished expressing itself, and it expresses itself better the more poetically it is dreamed.
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Dreams Expression Love Poet
A book is a human fact; a great book like Seraphita gathers together numerous psychological elements. These elements become coherent through a sort of psychological beauty. It does the reader a service.
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Beautiful Book Fact Greatness Human Reading Service Togetherness
A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.
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Blank Dreams Empty Ourselves Page Right Word
Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.
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Gift Mindset Soul Time
Every corner in a house, every angle in a room, every inch of secluded space in which we like to hide, or withdraw into ourselves, is a symbol of solitude for the imagination; that is to say, it is the germ of a room, or of a house.
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Home Imagination Ourselves Room Space Symbol
Words are clamor-filled shells. There’s many a story in the miniature of a single word!
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Small Story Word World
We are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.
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Expression History Lost Poet Poetry Reality
Our house is our corner of the world.
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Home Ourselves Perspective World
A clear conscience is, for me, an occupied conscience-never empty-the conscience of a man at work until his last breath.
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Breathe Conscience Empty Man Myself
The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears its truth.
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Conscious Listening Oneself Truth
Man is an imagining being.
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Imagination Man One Liner
Rilke wrote: ‘These trees are magnificent, but even more magnificent is the sublime and moving space between them, as though with their growth it too increased.
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Growth Space Tree
Dreaming by the river, I dedicated my imagination to water, to clear, green water, the water that makes the meadows green.
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Dedication Dream Green Imagination Meadow River
Daydream transports the dreamer outside the immediate world to a world that bears the mark of infinity.
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Dreamer Infinity Transportation World

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.

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