The Cry
A cry to Angels,
From across the cazzum,
A cry of crying,
Answered in multitudes,
Light streams from high,
To warm the sand,
As water breaks,
Against the torment,
To reveal a view,
Only for the select many.
The Cry
A cry to Angels,
From across the cazzum,
A cry of crying,
Answered in multitudes,
Light streams from high,
To warm the sand,
As water breaks,
Against the torment,
To reveal a view,
Only for the select many.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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