Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
T. S. Eliot
Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.
Leonard Cohen
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Jealousy I put out my hand and plucked a rose, A red satin rose with a velvet scent, And chaliced its loveliness in reverent palms, Knowing ...
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February Afternoon By Edward Thomas Men heard this roar of parleying starlings, saw, A thousand years ago even as now, Black rooks with whit...
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