Poems
THEME/S
Poems are dreams
That tear apart from our sleep
To walk the world upon their vibrant way
To break into a thousand slumbers' deep.
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All poetry is but a tongue a-thrill
Between the unsaid and the unsayable.
The mystic ray comes stealthily to earth—
Subtle the spirit murdering our gloom—
A scrupulous crime-artist, it prefers
To loud extravagance of bludgeon-stroke
The lean stiletto's swift economy.
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