A bird, large and silent, flies from the river right into the flowering sky. There is no other sound except the voice of the passionate river.
1907, The Letters and Journals of Katherine Mansfield
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She herself had had a deep sense of poetry; she remembered going to sleep with Shelley under her pillow.
The Last September, Elizabeth Bowen
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I want what world there is behind your eyes
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