“This is my argument for the urgency of poetry in our crazy world.”
–Spencer Finch

Come slowly - Eden!
Lips unused to Thee -
Bashful - sip thy Jessamines -
As the fainting Bee -

Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums -
Counts his nectars -
Enters - and is lost in Balms.
–Emily Dickinson, Come slowly - Eden! (205), 1861