June 8, 2009

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    June 8, 2009

    I.

     

    I feel sharp

    As if breathing

    An air clean

    Enough to nourish

    The spirit inside.

     

    II.

     

    If I held in my arms

    An instrument-a guitar

    I gently would pluck

    The strings.

     

    The music I play

    Would test the

    Strength of the heart

    By making it hurt

    As it does at times.

     

    After the hurt

    The pieces reassemble

    And a safe beat

    Plays to your strength

    Newly rediscovered.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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