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March 27, 2013

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And let my lamp at midnight hour,
Be seen in some high lonely tow'r,
Where I may oft out-watch the Bear,
With thrice great Hermes, or unsphere
The spirit of Plato, to unfold
What worlds, or what vast regions hold
The immortal mind that hath forsook
Her mansion in this fleshly nook...

And may at last my weary age
Find out the peaceful hermitage,
The hairy gown and mossy cell,
Where I may sit and rightly spell
Of every star that Heav'n doth shew,
And every herb that sips the dew;
Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.

I love how you analyze the connection between action and sense perception to the stages of emotional response to a dangerous situation, and show how good poetry explores that connection with visual imagery. I have done this many times in numerous poems, and love how the structure of cognitive science supports the beauty of art.

I also like how Desmond quotes Milton! One of my favorite poets.

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