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April is National Poetry Month, so when you see this, post a poem you like on your LJ.

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.

— A.E. Housman, from A Shropshire Lad

Look at that, it's not Eliot. Or Poe. Are you proud of me?