Thursday, January 1, 2004

Infanta Comments

Rating: 3.0

For a moment it flashed
through me, I thought I
remembered being someone before now,
the her who was me
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Ioanna Carlsen
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Ratnakar Mandlik 10 March 2019

Infanta of Valasquez.. Nice poem. Enjoyed reading.

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Khairul Ahsan 10 March 2019

'the her who was me hurt, felt, embedded like a whorl in wood' - a nice work of a skilled wordsmith!

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Bernard F. Asuncion 10 March 2019

A well crafted poem by Ionna Carlsen..................

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Anil Kumar Panda 10 March 2019

That's a very interesting poem. Enjoyed thoroughly. Thanks for sharing.10+++

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Edward Kofi Louis 10 March 2019

To stand like her! ! 💃 Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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A great poem on a peep into the infancy roused by the old photograph

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Rajnish Manga 10 March 2019

Great imagery coming out of a rare nostalgic moment. Thanks & Congrats.

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Dr Antony Theodore 10 March 2019

embedded like a whorl in wood. The photograph is black and white, but I know the dress was amber- a very fine poem. tony

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