Prelude To Imagination Comments

If anyone can define the undefinable, it will probably be a poet who has the largeness of vision to grasp such a goal. In fact, your whole closing stanza with its references to quest and speculation, mystery and meaning strikes me as if a poet were preparing himself, marshalling her resources for what T. S. Eliot call RAIDS ON THE INARTICULATE. Her feelings - of love, of loneliness - are so intense that psyche will be so energized, a poem will rise to the surface. It will be a poem of passion that will illuminate the experience of love and make her ready for it reality as well as its imagined state.

Such a brilliantly composed poetic commentary on sorrow, loneliness, confusion and one's search for meaning... the epitome of heartbreak... poignant to say the least... heartrending if dwelt upon...