And New York is the most beautiful city in the world? It is not far from it. No urban night is like the night there… Squares after squares of flame set up and cut into the aether. Here is our poetry for we have pulled down the stars to our will.
Rhyme that enslaved queen that supreme charm of our poetry that creator of our meter.
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Poetry has been to me its own exceeding great reward it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me.
