Dissecting poetry?

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The poetry of beauty

I know not the hour

the day or the time.

I know not the poem

by name.

.

I do not know how

to tear

the words and timbre

asunder.

.

I only know the feel

of tears, laughter…pain

emerging from within.

.

No names

to call it.

No books

to give it form.

.

For what is a poem

but the emotions behind it

without the

fanfare

of explanation.