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Vision

Rating: 2.9

(For Aline)

Homer, they tell us, was blind and could not see the beautiful faces
Looking up into his own and reflecting the joy of his dream,
Yet did he seem
Gifted with eyes that could follow the gods to their holiest places.

I have no vision of gods, not of Eros with love-arrows laden,
Jupiter thundering death or of Juno his white-breasted queen,
Yet have I seen
All of the joy of the world in the innocent heart of a maiden.

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Eric Fuller 01 February 2018

Incredible feat of discipline to write such lucid thoughts having been in such horror. Just to be coherent let alone poetic having witnesses such horror is a lasting testament to his character.

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Joyce Metzger 16 March 2017

Lovely words and heartfelt. Why trouble yourself with gods or Eros when you can see beauty everywhere

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