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"Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things." ~~ T.S.Eliot

"Poetry is, at bottom, a criticism of life." ~~ Matthew Arnold

© Gone

No! Walk away. Go back to the shadows.

Gone is the sun that made the flower bloom.

He turned his back, hid behind the moon,

And, so, she disappeared into her sheath of folds.

Strong were his hands that could not hold her;

In that short summer, she cloaked him with her ether;

Her sweet aroma lingered before she fell.

No! Do not look up. He will blind you.

Don’t throw rocks at her windows;

She was plucked and set in glass, on a pedestal,

Next to more glass where his arms stretched,

Longing to embrace the full sweep of her summits.

Naked, she stood in a sea of shining diamonds

And iridescent pearls created by his hands.

Mimi Wolske

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