poetry
We talk so abstractly about poetry because all of us are usually bad poets.
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To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,To raise the genius, and to mend the heart
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Come windless invaderI am a carnival ofStars, a poem of blood.
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The first time I saw her,Everything in my head went quiet.
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All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
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I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?
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Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me,Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature….
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