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POETIC CLARITY

Poetry is defined less by opacity

than by negative capacity.

 

Things remotely intonated

have the reader’s eyes awaited;

 

like Perseus with his mirrored shield,

a reader may see what cannot be revealed.

 

Some say it has all been said before,

yet poetry wishes to impart more;

 

one poem: the same, but each time new,

because of all that we’ve been through.

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