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The Eyes, Our Poets
… In the body Humanity The hands are our governments And the eyes, our poets Read more
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Sonnet: The “Joy of Youth“
Well may’st it strut, well may’st it preen and prance The chiefest joy of youth — is ignorance! Read more
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Tour of the Artist’s Home
One tour member raised her hand. “I don’t understand,” she said. Read more
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Light Through the Trees
This heart rejoiced with gratitude This mind knew naught but good… Read more
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My Poetry 