It is hard to make a certain type of mind understand that all which is
seen with the physical eye, and touched with the fleshly hand, is
illusion. That kind of a mind does not understand symbols. It belongs
to the so-called practical people of the world, who obey, but do not
comprehend, laws; whose laws, indeed, are the conventions of minds
similar to their own. They organize, but do not construct; they
interpret, but do not create. They are the wheels, and not the
motor-power, of the engine of civilization and humanity. These are the
people who make up nine-tenths of the world’s population; without the
other tenth, they would perish. Their reality in life is mathematical
immediacy, the cloak of visibility in which they are wrapped to go about
their daily tasks in the world. Now poetry sees in these people and
their affairs only the symbols of what is real, looks upon their whole
fantastic display of living as the illusion beneath which their real
living is concealed; the crises of their joys and sorrows, their
aspirations and passions, hidden in the reality of their consciousness
where exists an infinite universe of being, and where every event of
their lives is enacted before their shadow is thrown upon the stage of
the world. The fact of life is there, hidden away in the solitary soul,
determining the illusions of conductual existence. It is crowded with
moods, emotions and feelings, experienced with such intensity that what
breaks forth in actual deed and event is but a faint reflection of the
real experience the soul has gone through. The ideal is the real,
because it is what one has lived but cannot express in the related
experience of human intercourse.
Poetry comes nearer finality in embodying the exact meaning and
intensity of human feeling than any other art. Human feeling, being the
root of all individual intelligence, is the most inexplicable quantity
in life. Intuition is the primary significance of our existence. And it
is the quality which gives to poetry its visionary and spiritual
substance. In a nation it is the register of a people’s culture.
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