I can't help seeing things:
The splashings of the ling;
I can't help hearing things:
Dewdrops and water rings;
I can't help smelling things:
The smoothness of the chintz;
I can't help touching things:
The reeking licorice, -
The myriads of everythings, -
It's me: round, up, beneath!
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can't help touching things: The reeking licorice, - The myriads of everythings, - It's me: round, up, beneath! ..The ability to see and to perceive...... is one of the greatest qualities of a great poet. thank u dear poet. tony