If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only way I know it. Is there any other way?
A poem from The Vanderbilt Review today. I love a poem with plants in it :-)
Emily Dickinson's Gardens: A Celebration of a Poet and Gardener
The Gardens of Emily Dickinson
Visit Violet Nesdoly/poems for the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Violet!