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I love the feeling of understanding a poem. I felt that when I was rereading Shelley's "Hymn to Intellectual Beauty," I really connected with the author. By the end of the poem I was sad for this talented and tortured man. I read the poem to my roommate expecting the same rush of feeling but she just turned and looked at me, "that's a nice poem," was all she said. I think that every so often you come across a piece of art that really moves you. This poem was mine.