ABSTRACT
I recognize it in myself by this: that all possible objects of the ordinary world, external or internal, beings, events, feelings, and actions, while keeping their usual appearance, are suddenly placed in an indefinable but wonderfully fitting relationship with the modes of our general sensibility. That is to say that these well-known things and beings-or rather the ideas that represent them-somehow change in value. They attract one another, they are connected in ways quite different from the ordinary; they become (if you will permit the expression) musicaUzed, resonant, and, as it were, harmonically related. The poetic universe, thus defined, offers extensive analogies with what we can postulate of the dream world.
