Sandra Feldman Poems

A pensive grey mood,
Not well understood,
And I'm about to shatter,
What's the matter?
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Poetry,
Akin to nothing,
That ever was,
Pure feelings,
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Which is worse for the brain,
For the nerves, for the heart?
Reading a poem, that tears you apart,
Or listening to a political speech,
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No imagination, can fly as high,
As when Poetry, comes by,
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Imagine,
If everyone and everything
Were the same,
Just learned that not even the Earth's rotations,
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My pen is my friend,
My counselor, my hero,
More powerful
than all the Fires,
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Poetry,
Music, breeze, trees,
Full of melodious leaves,
Sea, Sun, Sky,
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Do you ever get accustomed
To being alone?
Staring at the wall,
Walking up and down the hall.
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Blessed are the very Few,
Whose Souls are as transparent
As a drop of dew,
Who in their hearts can cultivate,
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