• Emotional


    This is then, why I, part deaf
    In meekness questing your gentle voice,
    Why, part blind to your form and fashion
    My mind's eye still looks for you,
    A numbness, though parceled, is stubborn-frightful,
    Especially as the touch of you lingers
    Bearing sweetly fresh upon a dream
    As your scented airs grow feint
    And the hours now spoil my heart, yearning
    And I taste for nothing hand to mouth
    As this, my new subsistence way
    Is dull upon all my senses waning
    But for one, but for one -
    The agony I feel, the agony,
    Which bears me to your resting place
    To not feel you, see or hear you,
    But only to love you empty -
    Weep, and love you empty,
    Oh, how I love you so.

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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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