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Poet's Obligation

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To whoever is not listening to the sea
this Friday morning, to whoever is cooped up
in house or office, factory or woman
or street or mine or harsh prison cell;
to him I come, and, without speaking or looking,
I arrive and open the door of his prison,
and a vibration starts up, vague and insistent,
a great fragment of thunder sets in motion
the rumble of the planet and the foam,
the raucous rivers of the ocean flood,
the star vibrates swiftly in its corona,
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Shaun Cronick 02 May 2020
A great poem from the true poet of love. Wondrously composed and presented.
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Shaun Cronick 02 May 2020
To make any heart answer to them-selves must truly be understood. Beautifully written.
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Paulos Ioannou 03 February 2016
Such richness in imagery through me, freedom and the sea
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