Pity Clarity,
and, if you should find her,
release her from the tangled webs
of dusty verse that bind her.
And as for Brevity,
once the soul of wit—
she feels the gravity
of ironic chains and massive rhetoric.
And Poetry,
before you may adore her,
must first be freed
from those who for her loveliness would whore her.
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And Poetry, before you may adore her, must first be freed from those who for her loveliness would her.......// wow; really beautiful poetic expression; love it
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