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I don’t read much poetry and I don’t know much about it. I also ordinarily don’t like poetry that talks about love in every poem and every few lines

There is something about the love in some of these poems that broke through my shield I guess. I felt it showed me a path to the love of a parent to a child, or a middle aged guy to his own stupid past, along with yes, maybe, romantic love.

Here I feel seen, in my 21st century trap of using my brain 20 hours a day to fix my problems:

For forty years, my mind drowned me in thought.
When Love hooked me like a fish,
I lept out of my mind.
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See how I was trapped �
First by circumspection, then by calculation

And here, on being too fixated on yourself:

Full of yourself�
a friend’s touch is sharp as a thorn.
A buzzing fly drives you mad.


I read somewhere that poetry is supposed to be able to break through our usual endless narrative buzzing in your mind, and knock through. This seems to do this trick.