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Poetry Is The Capture Of A Picture, A Song, Or A Flair, In A Deliberate Prism Of Words.

I've Written Some Poetry I Don't Understand Myself.

We Had Two Grand Antique Professors Who Had Been Teaching At Lombard Since Before I Was Born.

Poetry Is A Mystic, Sensuous Mathematics Of Fire, Smoke-stacks, Waffles, Pansies, People, And Purple Sunsets.

Strange Things Blow In Through My Window On The Wings Of The Night Wind And I Don't Worry About My Destiny.