For it is not until his eyes have lelt the page that recollections of my room can become a threshold of oneirism for him. And when it is a poet speaking, the reader's soul reverberates; it experiences the kind of reverberation that, as Minkowski has shown, gives the energy of an origin to being...

The values of intimacy are so absorbing that the reader has ceased to read your room: he sees his own again. (Bachelard, 14).