“Poetry began in the matriarchal age, and derives its magic from the moon, not from the sun.”
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“One then repeatedly tries to force open the eternal window separating [the chamber of the mind and the utterly indifferent external world]. But the hand reaching out to open that window is always powerless, and like an incorporeal specter one must give up in dejection. This window is forever closed.”
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