As it fantasizes, poetry comes across nature. The real, living world is the only project of the imagination which has once succeeded and which still … - Boris Pasternak

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As it fantasizes, poetry comes across nature. The real, living world is the only project of the imagination which has once succeeded and which still goes on being endlessly successful. Look at it continuing, moment after moment a success. It is still real, still deep, utterly absorbing. It is not something you are disappointed in next morning. It serves the poet as example, even more than a sitter or a model.