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Naked Cry, Urgency, and GrandmotherDear Friends, |
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RE: Naked Cry, Urgency, and GrandmotherHappy for you. Have not been on this site in ages. Got my book printed, but not in the States. Although I have moved to the States from the Caribbean. Busy trying to find my way in the art world here in Georgia. Blessings sent your way. You give me hope. |
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.