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Gustav Klimt's poesie revels in a certain dreamy way, an endlessly enduring conceptualisation of the reader of poetry. One in which lovers share each other as pillow, page and word. In which sensuality, and ritual, enfold and enrapture. In a post human poetic, we can expect this idea to be consigned to oblivion. But for now, it remains deliriously irresistible and iconic.