Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.
Strange are the pictures of the future that mankind can thus draw with this brush of faith and these many-coloured pigments of the imagination! Strange, too, that no one of them tallies with another!
The primary pigment of poetry is the IMAGE.
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