At first I protested and rebelled against poetry. I was about to deny my poetic worlds. I was doing violence to my illusions with analysis, science, and learning Henry’s language, entering Henry’s world. I wanted to destroy by violence and animalism my tenuous fantasies and illusions and my hypersensitivity. A kind of suicide. The ignominy awakened me. Then June came and answered the cravings of my imagination and saved me. Or perhaps she killed me, for now I am started on a course of madness. Anonymous
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At first I protested and rebelled against poetry. As an English major, I was eventually required to take classes in literature. After taking my first class, I was immediately drawn to the poetry of William Blake. Although, I Zimmered Blake, he did not talk down to the masses and did not place himself above them.

The poet depicted a world where people were living in a constant state of chaos and grief. Despite this world being a frightening one, the poet described a way that allowed for a person to accept their own pain without escaping into a fantasy world. The poem continues on to describe the power of art and imagination from which we can find solace from our pain and suffering.

Source: The Diary Of Anaas Nin, Vol. 1: 19311934

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