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| NICE POETRY |
| "A little magic, and a lotta style..." |
| Poetry is like that I suppose, different from prose in that it takes a single experience of life, and expands it to a universal whole, until what is so poignant and private to one, becomes poignant and private to many others who have shared in similiar experiences. Poetry becomes an expression of a larger, breathing, yet intensely private life of people, within. It is because of this that I enjoy poetry, I suppose, because I know it speaks out not only to me, alone, but also to a world that lives, breathes, together. |
| haha i wish i wrote that but no,the girl who created this fantastic website i visited said it, and i tink it just perfectly sums up everything! |
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one. Carol Ann Duffy words, wide night miles away two. William B.Yeats never give all thy heart three. Charlotte Bronte evening solace four. William Wordsworth the world is too much with us composed upon westminster bridge (Sept 3,1802) 'it is a beauteous evening' |
| "If I read a book and it makes my body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that it is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that it is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?" ~Emily Dickinson |