There are contours in our lives, created by loss or gain, anguish or joy, peace, heartache, loneliness, or contentment. When we find ourselves lost in these valleys or staring over these zeniths, we look for meaning, we seek to understand, we grasp for words. Enter the poet. He, who occupies the sublime and gives voice to our souls.
Artwork: Dream of the Poet or Kiss of the Muse by Paul Cezanne