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L'arbre

July 27, 2010
By ejp04 SILVER, Mesa, Arizona
ejp04 SILVER, Mesa, Arizona
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We don&#039;t read and write poetry because it&#039;s cute. <br /> We read and write poetry because we are members <br /> of the human race. And the human race is filled with <br /> passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, <br /> these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. <br /> But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we <br /> stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, &quot;O me! O life!... <br /> of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains <br /> of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good <br /> amid these, O me, O life?&quot; Answer. That you are here - that <br /> life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and <br /> you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* <br /> and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be? <br /> <br /> -Dead Poets Society<br /> 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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