Who Am I?
I am one who touch many.
Each of whom leaves with a part of me...
Each one touches many,
sending my parts to diverse regions
of this sphere.
Whenever I shed this mortal frame
My parts shall join with the parts of
those you touch
And we shall transcend across time
and space, ...
Oh!, my God, What if...?
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Coconut Run Dung | 0 | 07/03/2009 |
| SOS (In Jamaican Patois) | 1 | 06/29/2009 |
| Who Am I? | 0 | 06/24/2009 |
| Ode to my Seventh Graders | 1 | 06/21/2009 |
| Severed | 3 | 06/18/2009 |
| She's Gone Forever | 1 | 06/15/2009 |
| Memories | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| When Tomorrow Starts Without Me | 0 | 06/20/2009 |
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