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L'arbre

July 27, 2010
By ejp04 SILVER, Mesa, Arizona
ejp04 SILVER, Mesa, Arizona
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Favorite Quote:
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.
We read and write poetry because we are members
of the human race. And the human race is filled with
passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering,
these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we
stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!...
of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains
of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good
amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that
life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and
you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on*
and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

-Dead Poets Society
1989


A scent, sprolluping light
Upon the faerie breath wind
Tickling, tangled
And dribbles drown my chin
Hidden behind that white
And rose-petaled moon kiss
Perched on the mangled
A face of mischievous bliss

A wafting call, light and warm
And a voice I cannot seem to hear
Falling in and out of branches
Beckoning without fear
But my footsteps have become worn
Faltering as I draw close
All the while she dances
A flickering, fantastical ghost

And left? I, only here to gaze
Merely mortal in this moonlit haze



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