A Constant Evasion

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Poetry may make us from time to time
a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings
which form the substratum of our being,
to which we rarely penetrate;
for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
—T.S. Eliot

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  1. Eliot says precisely what I have begun to learn and to appreciate about poets and their truthful observations about human life and Nature in all its facets and complexities. They reach down deep within themselves, baring their souls as it were, to mirror for us the gamut of human emotions — those that we try to subvert, those that we spend our entire lifetime denying.

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