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" While Astonished
With deep-drawn sighs was quieting, he went
Into a marble gallery, passing through
A mimic temple, so complete and true
In sacred custom, that he well nigh fear'd
To search it inwards; whence far off
appear'd,
Through a long pillar'd vista, a fair
shrine,
And just beyond, on light tiptoe
divine,
A quiver'd Dian. "
Endymion-Book II
John Keats
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Poetry is when your soul has found its identity, when you want the world to see world through your eyes .
Want them to feel the beauty which you do , and if they find it destroyed, let them recreate that beauty. Let them take a SNAPSHOT of that beauty ;
So they can hung it on their walls to always be in a home of recreation;
That's what philosophy of recreating beauty does...
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