Past Imperative Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Past Imperative

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often
the world
was filled
with silent music,

sometimes
soaring, like a Puccini aria
sometimes
like a Gilbert and Sullivan
patter song.

Though I never heard any words.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007
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