the search

perfect poise between diction imagery and tone measured rhythms and true fine feelings that fall like soft rain to mirror humans in tender moments and coarse grim cameos of things best forgotten things nuanced and bitter this vast field of experience is the business of poetry the art of aptness the art of compactness and incredible depths leading to damp squibs we search nevertheless for unique form and content that exercise in futility till at last we rest from our labours and we understand at last poetry like life is a bitter-sweet illusion

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