““When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table. I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.””

“Many a gem sleeps buried in dark forgetfulness, far, far from picks and plumb-lines; Many a flower unwillingly looses its perfume, sweet as a secret, in deep solitudes.”

Poetry has been the guardian angel of humanity in all ages.

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