Poetry, like the moon, does not advertise anything.
~William Blissett
~William Blissett
Browsing the dim back corner
Of a musty antique shop
Opened an old book of poetry
Angels flew out from the pages
I caught the whiff of a soul
The ink seemed fresh as today
Was that voices whispering?
The tree of the paper still grows.
~Pixie Foudre
Of a musty antique shop
Opened an old book of poetry
Angels flew out from the pages
I caught the whiff of a soul
The ink seemed fresh as today
Was that voices whispering?
The tree of the paper still grows.
~Pixie Foudre
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
~T.S. Eliot, Dante, 1920
~T.S. Eliot, Dante, 1920
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