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 and comes and goes all day.
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942) - It Must Be Abstract