Lincoln is a poetic man. Reads it.Rereads it. Writes it. Recites it. Quotes it. Exposes his soul to it. Delights in it. Is counseled by it.
Poetry will not be rushed, is multifaceted, can be plain or mysterious, looks beneath surfaces, ponders things grand and mundane, finds and expresses itself in rhythms and cadences, quickens the imagination, seeks to please the eye and the ear and fill the heart.
The Gettysburg Address is a poem…and an argument as precise as a mathematical formula. So is Lincoln’s Cooper Union speech.