Ah, how poets sing and die!
Make one song and Heaven takes it;
Have one heart and Beauty breaks it;
Chatterton, Shelley, Keats and I—
Ah, how poets sing and die!
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I think it better that in times like these a poets mouth be silent, for in truth we have no gift to set a statesman right
by Emily Dickinson
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Size circumscribes-it has no room
For petty furniture-
The Giant tolerates no Gnat
For Ease of Gianture-
Repudiates it, all the more-
Because intrinsic size
Ignores the possibility