Why then we should drop into poetry.

She dotes on poetry, sir. She adores it; I may say that her whole soul and mind are wound up, and entwined with it. She has produced some delightful pieces, herself, sir. You may have met with her 'Ode to an Expiring Frog,' sir.

Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.

If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once a week.

crawled like a blind slug into the
web

Days like this, like your day today.
maybe the rain on the window trying to
get through to you. What do you see today?
what is it? where are you?
the best days are sometimes the first,
sometimes the middle and even sometimes the last