Newly discovered in a spam comment hereabouts:
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
So emotions have some sort of meta-sensory mechanism allowing them to locate thoughts which relate to them in some way? And thoughts have a consciousness of their own and can comprehend language?
Man, my spam is getting too highfalutin for me. Better stop skimming it first and just hit the delete button, before it gives me a headache.
Before I get a poetry whipping let me say I know it’s a quote from Robert Frost. I live in the same freakin’ state he did, where his work is etched into you at an early age. That, or they brand you with Thoreau (who wasn’t a New Hampshire native, but for this state it’s close enough); sadly Irving isn’t dead enough to take over that position yet.