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✦ 45 ✦ Definition of Poetry It’s a whistle that howls in the veins, It’s the crackle of ice under pressure, It’s the leaf-chilling night in the rain, It’s two nightingales dueling together. It’s the sweet pea all choked in the fields, It’s the universe weeping in pea pods, And it’s Figaro head over heels In a flooding of flutes upon seed plots. All that night is so desperate to find In the depths and the darkness of rivers, And a star to be dropped in the pond Out of trembling and dew-dampened fingers. It’s as muggy as waterlogged wood, With the firmament bursting in alders, And those stars should be laughing, they should, But the universe isn’t a talker. ...

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