Reality is a cliché from which we escape by metaphor. - Wallace Stevens

In the world of words, the imagination is one of the forces of nature.

Two things of opposite natures seem to depend
On on another, as Logos depends
On Eros, day on night, the imagined

On the real. This is the origin of change.
Winter and spring, cold copulars, embrace
And forth the particulars of rapture come.

Music falls on the silence like a sense
A passion that we feel, not understand.
Morning and afternoon are clasped together

And North and South are an intrinsic couple
And sun and rain a plural, like two lovers
That walk away together as one in the greenest body.

Of these beginnings, gay and green, propose The suitable amours. Time will write them down.