What we see, we have already "read" as our visual cortex filters our perceptions down through the doors of our experiences. What we read is immediately transposed perceptually to some kind of image that is compatible with our imagination. Here you will find much to read, and lots to see.
That isn't the whole poem. You should get the rest, because it is really very beautiful... let's see if I have it lying around....
Ah here it is.
"The last tear turns/ to glass on her cheek./ It isn't ice because/ squeezed in the boy's hot/ fist, it doesn't thaw./ It's a tooth with nothing/ to gnaw; then a magical/ thorn: prick yourself/ with it, thrust it in soil:/ an entire briary/ kingdom is born.
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That isn't the whole poem. You should get the rest, because it is really very beautiful... let's see if I have it lying around....
Ah here it is.
"The last tear turns/
to glass on her cheek./
It isn't ice because/
squeezed in the boy's hot/
fist, it doesn't thaw./
It's a tooth with nothing/
to gnaw; then a magical/
thorn: prick yourself/
with it, thrust it in soil:/
an entire briary/
kingdom is born.
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