"Poetry is astonishment, admiration, as of a being fallen from the skies, taking full consciousness of his fall, astonished about things. As of one who knew [what] things [were] in their souls, striving to remember this knowledge, remembering that it was not thus he knew them, not under these forms and these conditions, but remembering nothing more."
Introduction to 'The Keeper of Sheep'
The day was blue
now it is grass
shaking and singing