Menard’s intimate forest: ‘Now traversed bridle paths, seal sun shade. — Gaston Bachelard, Poetics Space

Gaston Bachelard The Poetics of Space

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Here is Menard's own intimate forest: 'Now I am traversed by bridle paths, under the seal of sun and shade…I live in great density…Shelter lures me. I slump down into the thick foliage…In the forest, I am my entire self. Everything is possible in my heart just as it is in the hiding places in ravines. Thickly wooded distance separates me from moral codes and cities.

Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space

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