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The perfect poem should flow like wind
High up among cold themes;
It should be musical, and sing
Seductively of dreams.
It should be passion frozen, so
Solidified it burns;
Thoughts crystalline and shimmering
Out and in by turns.
Of all poems it should be required
Each word be clear and true;
A line that few can comprehend
Should not obscure the view.
Yet
first letters may speak, too.
All poems: copyright by
Nicholas Gordon
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