In nature, there is also ‘nothing poetry’. (That is, nothing that is p.)
There’s stuff ‘out there’, all right (as I am to you, for instance).
But we name it. In ‘reality’, it’s the No-Name Stuff.
Let me qualify that, even.
‘Reality’ is what we see it to be. Perhaps in many situations what we agree it to be?
As a language gal, you even sing and act it!
Coleridge, a man of his Romantic time. Coleridge, whose words helped create how people felt the ‘reality’ of their time to be. Even though it was and wasn’t.
(This is a response to Coleridge poem lines that begin 'In Nature there is nothing melancholy' posted on dara weinberg's blog: style over substance)