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Comment 1 of 1, added on October 23rd, 2005 at 6:32 AM.
Genius, pure genius....sparce and economical, to the point without saying "
look at me"....like the poem itself, pure genius.
Meaning, all poet is of truth and to be as truth we must be as children
again......we live in a fog, do we really have the courage to rebuild and
be ourselves, to start anew and go unto new shores like Christopher
Columbuses? Can we be the genius , the geniuses of forgetting? Can we all
say to ourselves one day awakening and born anew, "I never knew that"?
DD
D. Deubelbeiss from Canada
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Genius, pure genius....sparce and economical, to the point without saying "
look at me"....like the poem itself, pure genius.
Meaning, all poet is of truth and to be as truth we must be as children
again......we live in a fog, do we really have the courage to rebuild and
be ourselves, to start anew and go unto new shores like Christopher
Columbuses? Can we be the genius , the geniuses of forgetting? Can we all
say to ourselves one day awakening and born anew, "I never knew that"?
DD
D. Deubelbeiss from Canada