"A Poem", by Robert Frost

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A poem begins
with a lump in the throat;
a homesickness or
a love sickness.
It is a reaching-out toward expression;
an effort to find fulfillment.
A complete poem is one where an emotion
has found its thought
and the thought has found words.

(Robert Frost)

"Velvet Shoes", by Elinor Wylie

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Velvet Shoes

Let us walk in the white snow
In a soundless space;
With footsteps quiet and slow,
At a tranquil pace,
Under veils of white lace.

I shall go shod in silk,
And you in wool,
White as white cow's milk,
More beautiful
Than the breast of a gull.

We shall walk through the still town
In a windless peace;
We shall step upon white down,
Upon silver fleece,
Upon softer than these.

We shall walk in velvet shoes:
Wherever we go
Silence will fall like dews
On white silence below.
We shall walk in the snow.