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Alas! Gentle beauty of time that goes by,
strange paten that sifts the soul,
light that dims the silky glitter of some glances,
mirror full of prints.
Alas! Gentle sadness,
a clock that...
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An excerpt from "The Force of Poetry"; a poetry reading and talk on the meaning, mechanics and significance of poetry. Endorsed by Maine Public Broadcasting. Find the entire film on DVD at...
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Electric speech
Her grid speaks
for me to reach
her hearts' power
Her gift for me
is her loves' beach
Undulating beneath
generating our
Uniting kiss
The time is coming,
high kiting bliss,...
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The woods grow smaller every year. My leaves
Fall green and withered. Bitter water stings
My shrinking roots. Yet I am Laurel still.
I am the tree that one time was a maid,
But that was long...
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poetry/dance animation
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Jackboots
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
The jackboots of oppression are worn on the left and right, they balance
upon our collective throats. We may not breathe easy,...
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Constantine Cavafy 1863-1933, Greek poet living most of his life in Alexandria.
This is probably my favourite of Cavafy's poems, the one where the mundane and the divine most closely intermingle....
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