She saw the unholy fires that cast their sword-dance on his face, she saw the hunger and the pain, and she fed him - majestic crime! - on poetry.
Look Homeward, Angel, Thomas Wolfe
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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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