June 18, 2009
I.
I must leave
This crowded hallway
The commotion is too much
For my sensitive ears.
II.
And her and her friend
Drive away from the bar
To go to the next one
Where the boys play.
I stay in my fort
Where the letters I write
I hope will reach somewhere
Where the girls play.
III.
My lady is the pen
We dance every night
And she sings along
To the music I make.
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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