Make the visible a little hard to see.

After one has abandoned a belief in God, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life's redemption.

They said, 'You have a blue guitar, / You do not play things as they are.' / The man replied, 'Things as they are / Are changed upon the blue guitar.'

She says, "But in contentment I still feel The need for imperishable bliss." Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her, Alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams And our desires. Is there no change of death in paradise? Does ripe fruit never fall? or do the boughs Hang always heavy in that perfect sky, Unchanging, yet so like our perishing earth, With rivers like our own that seek for seas They never find, the same receding shores That never touch with inarticulate pang?

Poetry increases the feeling for reality.

Out of this same light, out of the central mind, We make a dwelling in the evening air, In which being there together is enough.

God and the imagination are one.