Nassy Fesharaki

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Masks - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki


This today’s worth nothing and useless
Tolls the bells
Music, Beethoven’s, great field of magnet.

Some puppets, and elsewhere strings
Pinocchio learns to walk in a maze
How to go, directions, streets to cross
And climb and descend, the steps

This place, perfection in design, full of art
Takes me to Sophocles, Antigone, Oedipus
Shakespeare pulls curtains, for Chekhov.

Topic(s) of this poem: art

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 31, 2015

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