Outside my window
The moon I often write about
Is amidst an Eclipse.
Imagine: Men have walked on her.
Poets in a Destitute Time
But there would be, and there is, the sole necessity, by thinking our way soberly into what his poetry says, to come to learn what is unspoken. That it is the course of the history of Being. If we reach and enter that course, it will lead thinking into a dialogue with poetry, a dialogue that is of the history of Being. Scholars of literary history inevitably consider that dialogue to be unscientific violation of what such scholarship takes to be the facts. Philosophers consider that dialogue to be a helpless aberration into fantasy. But destiny pursues its course untroubled by all that. - HeideggerTop Clicks
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