POM: April 21
Just what are the uses for poetry? I was hoping a sage, classic poet master like William Carlos Williams has the answer. After reading his poem I have more questions than answers.
The Uses of Poetry
I’ve fond anticipation of a day O’erfilled with pure diversion presently, For I must read a lady poesy The while we glide by many a leafy bay, Hid deep in rushes, where at random play The glossy black winged May-flies, or whence flee Hush-throated nestlings in alarm, Whom we have idly frighted with our boat’s long sway. For, lest o’ersaddened by such woes as spring To rural peace from our meek onward trend, What else more fit? We’ll draw the latch-string And close the door of sense; then satiate wend, On poesy’s transforming giant wing, To worlds afar whose fruits all anguish mend.
Definitely a spot for posey Mayflies
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Pam Webb 
Purty language might not be useful, but it ain’t useless either.
Something like we can live with it or without? Poetical language is like our appendix?
It’s more like a pinkie, I think. It might not be absolutely needed, but there are constant reminders that it is missing.
I would definitely miss my pinkie. Tea drinking would not be the same.
Just imagine how hard it would be for the English!