Great poetry is self contained. It speaks for itself and can exist on its own outside of any explanation or analysis.
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TJB.
The words whispered, To my soul, For peace and quiet sake. It Raised me from darkness, How powerful, The words whispered. Washed away my sickness Gained from chasing gods, For peace and quiet sake. Left me with calmness, Long as I focus on what The words whispered. My soul now had its sweetness, Moving it towards good, For peace and quiet sake. Never leading me to be heartless, But towards the light of the promise, The words whispered, For peace and quiet sake
Sublime. That's the word I will whisper about this poem.