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I have been thinking of the R.[a]
H.[oor] K.[huit] vibration. Some pictures one sees
and stands apart from. Others one sees and there
seems to be a link—an electric light wire, say.
Again there is a decided
response—such as last night—without the
picture.—(What is the colour? There must be one.)
All vibration has colour and
sound also. The musician gets the harmonies of
sound; the artist, the colours; the poet, the rhythm
of words—the great poet, all three. Is this why
poetry is the greater art? |