Sandra Feldman Poems

How strange
Is inspiration!
How mysterious
Its sudden apparition
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Sweet Country,
Blessed be,
Now, we do sing
Of Thee,
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Two come together,
With love,
Create a Third,
It is their
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Beautiful Roses,
I realized,
By your thorns
That life is sad,
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Our minds are polluted
By criminal talk and intrigues
Hate that feeds violence,
Violence that feeds,
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Can words
Make you melt away?
Follow paths,
Far, far away
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Can one measure
The length of a life,
The distance of a star
How high is the sky,
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Not loving you
Leads to no where,
The Tempest is still there!
The same longing,
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Not all poems are created equal
Nor is anything else,
Two brooks, next to each other
Will meander in different sense.
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I miss the very sound of Love,
The voice that spoke so tender of,
The looks of love, those never said,
As emptiness took place instead,
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