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Epitaph
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Epitaph |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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“A syllogism: other men die; but I Am not another; therefore I'll not die.” V. Nabokov The first snow fell and the days grew shorter. Life passed by while I sharpened my pencil. I remember you here, so thoughtful and pensive, Reading my poetry, looking over my shoulder… You used to tell me that our days were numbered, That my verse would survive for centuries after us. Since no verse has the power to wake you, Lazarus, I hope you’ve found peace in the eternal slumber. As for me, I find comfort only in lukewarm water, In the shower, alone, I don’t think about dying. Else, I sit in your chair, reading poetry, crying At the epitaph’s words that have made you immortal… Check out my poetry here: http://www.unknownpoets.com/db/authors/master [This message has been edited by Master (02-11-2003 06:44 PM).] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Wow, that is powerful. It left me chewing on my pencil! |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Wow is right! Very lyrical and flowing....poingent. Eric |
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pk Junior Member
since 2003-02-11
Posts 23 |
powerful content... excellent poem |
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