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    trees are poems t tes upon turn to paper t iness.

    So e (and only ts kno of being artless, and the magic of loving your readers.

    ts and they are inspired.

    Sree e its autobiograp  be unlike tory of a race.

    If I o cing a poem and tasy of a poem unten, I  is better poetry.

    But you and all my neig I always choose badly.

    Poetry is not an opinion expressed. It is a song t rises from a bleeding h.

    ords are timeless. You ster te timelessness.

    A poet is a detting among trying to fas of the ashes.

    Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and ionary.

    In vain s seek t.

    Once I said to a poet, quot;e s knoil you die.quot;

    And ;Yes, deat is t I  tongue, and more in my desire t;

    If you sing of beauty t of t you will have an audience.

    Poetry is  encs t.

    isdom is poetry t sings in the mind.

    If  time sing in his mind,

    truthe shadow of God.

    Inspiration ion will never explain.

    e often sing lullabies to our c we ourselves may sleep.

    All our  crumbs t fall do of the mind.

    tumbling stone to poetry.

    A great singer is he who sings our silences.

    h food?

    is filled h gold?

    tingale pierces horn when he sings his love song.

    So do we all. how else should we sing?

    Genius is but a robins song at the beginning of a slow spring.

    Even t  cannot escape py.

    A madman is not less a musician trume