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5.19.2008
imaginative elsewhere
Poets dream within their imaginative elsewhere. In Scotland we live with very occasional illumination, so ours is actually a rather sunlit verse; by contrast, the Spanish poet is stalked by shadow.
—Don Paterson,
The Blind Eye
, Faber & Faber 2007
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