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The Human Landscape Of The New World Shows A Conquest Of Nature By An Intelligence That Does Not Love It.

The Traveler From Europe Edges Into It Like A Tiny Jonah Entering An Inconceivably Large Whale, Slipping Past The Straits Of Belle Isle Into The Gulf Of St. Lawrence, Where Five Canadian Provinces Surround Him, For The Most Part Invisible... To Enter Canada Is A Matter Of Being Silently Swallowed By An Alien Continent.

Failure To Grasp Centrifugal Meaning Is Incomplete Reading; Failure To Grasp Centripetal Meaning Is Incompetent Reading.

The Bedrock Of Doubt Is The Total Nothingness Of Death. Death Is A Leveler, Not Because Everybody Dies, But Because Nobody Understands What Death Means.

The Poet, However, Uses These Two Crude, Primitive, Archaic Forms Of Thought (simile And Metaphor) In The Most Uninhibited Way, Because His Job Is Not To Describe Nature, But To Show You A World Completely Absorbed And Possessed By The Human Mind.