To My Teacher Of Poetry - Poem by Alan Ingranazzio
Not farewell! I promise I'll see you.
In your home I'll ever visit you.
You know, all my senses live between your words,
I want to see the water meadows and birds.
Grapes on the hills and pure air make me strong.
To your world I never hoped to belong.
I must confess, I see you everywhere,
In snow swirl, storm, darkness, shining light,
And too much time I long to see you fair
Through my eyelids, that somebody had shut.
Permit me, Teacher
For my eternal rest
To be set lower
With your book on breast
And if I sullied your hat
For my sake don't forgive me that.
I know, utter your
Name I never shall dare.
I live with your joy,
I am, because you were.
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