By Mark Traphagen on May 1, 2010
Do you know—the only life I am sure of is the life of the Imagination. Whatever the absolute Truth—or Untruth—of that old life-in-death—Poetry can make that man live for the length of the faith you or any other choose to give to him. I do not claim to bestow Life as He did—on Lazarus—but maybe as Elisha did—who lay on the dead body—and breathed life into it—
Or as the poet of the Gospel did—for he was poet whatever else—Poet, whether scientific historian for no.
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