Dreaming by the river, I dedicated my imagination to water, to clear, green water, the water that makes the meadows green.

The reverie would not last if it were not nourished by the images of the sweetness of living, by the illusions of happiness.

Ideas are invented only as correctives to the past. Through repeated rectification of this kind one may hope to disengage an idea that is valid.

It is through the intentionality of poetic imagination that the poet's soul discovers the opening of consciousness common to all true poetry.

To verify images kills them, and it is always more enriching to imagine than to experience.

Man is an imagining being.

Here we are at the very core of the thesis we wish to defend in the present essay: reverie is under the sign of the anima. When the reverie is truly profound, the being who comes to dream within us is our anima. For a philosopher who takes his inspiration from phenomenology, a reverie on reverie is very exactly a phenomenology of the anima, and it is by coordinating reveries on reverie that he hopes to constitute a "Poetics of reverie". In other words, the poetics of reverie is a poetics of the anima.