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Books · 1818

Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature and itself. He who has a contempt for poetry, cannot have much respect for himself, or for anything else.

— William Hazlitt  ·  Lectures on the English Poets

A purple wildflower grows through a brass tuning fork planted in moss beside a small feather.
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