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Monday, March 21, 2005
EMILY MONDAY

This was a Poet -- It is That [which] distills amazing sense
From ordinary Meanings --
And [also distills an] Attar so immense from the familiar species
That perished by the Door --

We wonder [if] it was not Ourselves
[that] Arrested it -- before --
[ie. Good poetry seems to remind us, not inform us]

Of Pictures, the Discloser --
The Poet -- it is He --
Entitles Us -- by Contrast --
To ceaseless Poverty --

Of portion -- so unconscious --
The Robbing -- could not harm --
Himself -- to Him -- a Fortune --
Exterior -- to Time --


Just fabulous.