It's a farce to call a poem a thing of feeing or soul these things traditionally constituted of words, spaces, punctuation would appear to be a dirt stew to the feeling apparatus of any given person. Rather, we have a solar system of thought, planet, and asteroids classified in space, whereas feeling is the sun and all the stars: emitters of light that only exists in the mind of the observer refusing definitions and never conforming to whatever the opposite of abstraction might be.