So poisonous Are the ravishments of truth, so fatal to
The truth itself, the first idea becomes
The hermit in a poet's metaphors, Who comes and goes and comes and goes all day.


Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942) - It Must Be Abstract


So poisonous Are the ravishments of truth, so fatal to The truth itself, the first idea becomes The hermit in a poet's metaphors, Who comes and goes...

So poisonous Are the ravishments of truth, so fatal to The truth itself, the first idea becomes The hermit in a poet's metaphors, Who comes and goes...

So poisonous Are the ravishments of truth, so fatal to The truth itself, the first idea becomes The hermit in a poet's metaphors, Who comes and goes...

So poisonous Are the ravishments of truth, so fatal to The truth itself, the first idea becomes The hermit in a poet's metaphors, Who comes and goes...