Saturday, September 5, 2020

His Pen Comments

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His pen

Was early in morning
Sat me in balcony:
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Nassy Fesharaki
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Denis Mair 05 September 2020

This poem beautifully describes how you maintain a constant internal connection with your brother who died young. His presence has been internalized- -in your receptivity to everything around you. It becomes part of air and trees. I can understand your gratitude to your brother for his wisdom that holds dialogue with nature and deep self. This is the way of the medicine man. I love how you connect this to appreciation of Whitman.10+

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Nassy Fesharaki

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