“The poet’s eye,” says Shakespeare in yesterday’s Poem of the Week, rolls from earth to heaven and back again, in a “fine frenzy,” till he gives to “airy nothing / A local habitation and a name.” I guess that everybody who tells stories he has wrought from his imagination has that feeling. Why, J. R. R. Tolkien wasn’t just content to imagine a place c…
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