The point of poetry is to be acutely discomforting, to prod and provoke, to poke us in the eye, to punch us in the nose, to knock us off our feet, to take our breath away.
The fingers feel the lines, they prod the space - your ageing face,The face that was once so beautiful, is still there but unrecognisable...paul weller
No matter how much I probe and prod, :;:;I cannot quite believe in God ; But oh, I hope to God that He :;:;Unswervingly believes in me.yip harburg
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