…the greatest thing a human soul ever does in this world is to see something, and tell what it saw in a plain way. Hundreds of people can talk for one who can think, but thousands can think for one who can see. To see clearly is poetry, prophecy and religion—all in one.
—John Ruskin, “Of Modern Landscape”
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clear or turbid
Porson: Clear writers, like clear fountains, do not seem so deep as they are: the turbid look most profound.
—Walter Savage Landor, “Porson and Southey,” Imaginary Conversations (1882)
—Walter Savage Landor, “Porson and Southey,” Imaginary Conversations (1882)
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7.15.2012
not so fast
The poem seemed pretty straightforward, then you started to translate it.
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