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Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Emily Dickinson is one of my favorite poets. I read this poem on Poets United and wanted to share.
This seems to speak of the transience of the poetic and the attempt on the part of the poet to harness that.
To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie—
True Poems flee—-
Labels: Poetry Wednesday
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