"Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits." That's how Christopher Marlowe described poetry in his Prologue to Tamburlaine. "Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during a moment." (Carl Sandburg) "Poetry is a comforting piece of fiction set to more or less lascivious music." (H.L. Mencken) When Webster's defines poetry it speaks in terms of rhythm, feelings, spirit. Like music, a good poem makes us think or feel something, sends out wispy reminders of something we've known or maybe just imagined. It is language of the soul.