In the very essence of poetry there is something indecent; A thing brought forth that we didn't know we had in us, So we blink our eyes, as if a tiger had sprung out And stood in the light, licking its tail.
Related Authors: Czes?�aw Mi?�osz
Related Topics: poetry
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