A poem begins with a lump in the throat;
A homesickness or a lovesickness.
It is a reaching-out toward expression ...
... Robert Frost
Be In This World As Though You Were A Stranger Or A Traveller
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- Restoring the Shari'a?
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- Ode To A Nightingale
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