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  Poetry, and discussions of it, have a long history. Early attempts to define poetry, such as Aristotle's Poetics, focused on the uses of speech in rhetoric, drama, song and comedy. Later attempts concentrated on features such as repetition and rhyme, and emphasised the aesthetics which distinguish poetry from prose. From the mid-20th century, poetry has sometimes been more loosely defined as a fundamental creative act using language. Poetry often uses particular forms and conventions to expand the literal meaning of the words, or to evoke emotional or sensual responses. Devices such as assonance, alliteration, onomatopoeia and rhythm are sometimes used to achieve musical or incantatory effects. Poetry's use of ambiguity, symbolism, irony and other stylistic elements of poetic diction often leaves a poem open to multiple interpretations. Similarly, metaphor and simile create a resonance between otherwise disparate images—a layering of meanings, forming connections previously not perceived. Kindred forms of resonance may exist, between individual verses, in their patterns of rhyme or rhythm.

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The Oracle


...So the oracle spoke of a day to come
in a place I cannot quite recall,
where burnished leaves lay  in drifts  
beside the cobbles in the Fall.

"A beauteous time indeed," quote she,
and doubt I not a single word
which  ever she uttered unto me.

Shadows danced in the golden rays
filtering down from the tangled bows
of towering oaks in a  lucid haze.
The fountains murmur carried soft
upon the lightly flowing breeze
to alight on my attentive ear,  
along with the stirring Autumn leaves.

"She'll arrive an omen from swirling mist,
or an angel's legend straight  of myth,
to bind thy soul with hers through all;
where hand in hers, thou shall be led,
and whatever the girl's fetching phrase,  
t'will catch thy breath for all thy days,
no matter how oft her words be said.,"
quote the oracle, as my heart  she read.

The chapel doors open stayed
to admit each guest in turn delayed
by the two who slowly walked before,  
as the bride and groom's progression made.

...So the oracle spoke of a day to come,
from a place I cannot quite  recall;
in a dream of which I never had,
yet her words unchanged by the fact at all.

(Poem completed: 1998)

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