A Poet Reflects

"An hour is not merely an hour, it is a vase filled with perfumes, with sounds, with projects, with climates.  What we call reality is a relation between those sensations and those memories which simultaneously encircle us … that unique relation which the writer must discover in order that he may link two different states of being together forever in a phase."  —Marcel Proust

"An hour is not merely an hour, it is a vase filled with perfumes, with sounds, with projects, with climates.  What we call reality is a relation between those sensations and those memories which simultaneously encircle us … that unique relation which the writer must discover in order that he may link two different states of being together forever in a phase."  —Marcel Proust

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