Alan Ingranazzio

Rookie (3 May 1966 / Russia, Siberia)

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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My only confession to teacher.

Comments about To My Teacher Of Poetry by Alan Ingranazzio

  • Veteran Poet - 1,869 Points Ramesh T A (11/23/2013 9:33:00 AM)

    It's a wonderful poem to read! Also, it is a nice tribute to poetry teacher to you! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 24, 2013


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