Alan Ingranazzio

Rookie (3 May 1966 / Russia, Siberia)

To Myself - Poem by Alan Ingranazzio

You were a part of my dream,
Vivid shadows of past,
You have gone with the first sunbeam,
And your time had passed.
I feel the taste of usual life
In all things, that I do or say,
I do understand a real delight
Perceiving the world in this way.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

It is like Goethe's beginning of Faust in my own way.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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