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The eye—it cannot choose but see;
We cannot bid the ear be still;
Our bodies feel, where’er they be,
Against or with our will

An appetite; a feeling and a love, / That had no need of a remoter charm / By thought supplied.” Poetry exists for the sake of a recollection of feeling, and feeling is valued for its impression of sheer contact with life…. . He is loved for a sense of radical sufficiency in the fact that life is—the faith of many people who espouse a religion without a name.