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If the poet is to be true to his poetry, he must call it neither two nor one: the paradox is his only solution.
 

Reason is ‘ in it selfe confounded’ at the union of the Phoenix and Turtle , but it recovers to admit its own bankruptcy:
 

Love hath Reason, Reason none,                                                
 

If what parts, can so remaine…
 

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…like the well-wought urn of Donne’s ‘Canonization’ which holds the phoenix-lovers’ ashes: it is the poem itself.