Robert FrostWe dance round in a ring and suppose, But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.
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We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the Secret sits in the middle and knows. This poem is about the power of imagination and how it can be a powerful force when used correctly. Without a strong imagination, we would never dream of flying to the moon or riding into battle. We’d never imagine that there was a giant who lives at the center of the universe.
We would never think that we could love someone even if they don’t love us back. The great thing about imagination is that it can be used to tell stories and share dreams with other people. However, we must remember that we can only truly share our stories and dreams with people who also possess imagination.
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