Sandra Feldman Poems

A World made up
Of lonely Fools,
That don't know
How to get
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I can only try to reach you,
With my capricious verse,
And tell you,
How very much I miss you
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Poetry!
You are the blood
Within me,
The force of my dwindling
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Oh, love of my life
How drearily slow
The hours pass,
Without you!
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Poets are,
The conscience
Of Mankind.
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True Beauty,
As true Love
Have no end,
Today and Forever
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Wanting too much
And having Nothing,
The story of so many
That have not
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A manner of communication
That cannot be,
Taught or bought,
Personal equilibration,
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I look to Poetry
For Life's
Reassuring light,
Inspiration
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The poet speaks
The poet paints
The poet sighs
The poet, cries,
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