Exile is predicated on the existence of, love for, and bond with one’s native place; that what is true of all exile in not that home and love of home are lost, but that loss is inherent in the existence of both. seeing the entire world as foreign land makes possible originality of vision. .. for an exile, habits of life, express, or activity in the new environment inevitable occur against the memory of the these things in the other environment. Thus both the new and the old environments are vivid, actual, occurring contrapuntally. There is a unique pleasure in this sort of apprehension… Exile is, in the words of Wallace Stevens, a mind of winter in the which the pathos of summer and autumn as much as the potential of spring are nearby but unobtainable.