If poetry is a reality within and beyond the reality of life, then its hunter must search everywhere. Inside his soul and outside of it, in all horizons, in all seas, in all faces and actions he dreamed of. He must illuminate all the darkness of his memory, reshape the clay from the beginning. If he achieves any of these, he may be able to approach the precious "prey" and if his vision is perceptive, he will behold it alive.