James Merrill — American Poet born on March 03, 1926, died on February 06, 1995

James Ingram Merrill was an American poet whose awards include the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for Divine Comedies. His poetry falls into two distinct bodies of work: the polished and formalist lyric poetry of his early career, and the epic narrative of occult communication with spirits and angels, titled The Changing Light at Sandover, which dominated his later career. Although most of his published work was poetry, he also wrote essays, fiction, and plays... (wikipedia)

At college I'd seen my dead frog's limbs twitch under some applied stimulus or other - seen, but hadn't believed. Didn't dream of thinking beyond or around what I saw.
Strange about parents. We have such easy access to them and such daunting problems of communication.
And, as I have said, it's made me think twice about the imagination. If the spirits aren't external, how astonishing the mediums become! Victor Hugo said of his voices that they were like his own mental powers multiplied by five.
The simplest science book is over my head.
I'd like to think the scientists need us - but do they? Did Newton need Blake?

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