If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
One often hears of a horse that shivers with terror, or of a dog that howls at something a mans eyes cannot see, and men who live primitive lives where instinct does the work of reason are fully conscious,of many things we cannot perceive at all. As life becomes more orderly, more deliberate, the supernatural world sinks farther away.
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What this quote means
The quote explores the contrast between instinctual awareness in primitive lives and the diminishing perception of the supernatural in modern life.
William Butler Yeats emphasizes how those who lead more primitive lives are often more attuned to instinctive perceptions of the world around them, including senses and experiences that are beyond ordinary human comprehension. As civilization progresses and life becomes more structured and rational, the connection to these deeper, often supernatural elements of existence tends to fade, suggesting that a more orderly life may come at the cost of deeper spiritual awareness and instinctual understanding.
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Example use cases
This quote can be used in a philosophy class to discuss human perception.
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