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Weaving loves sweet poetry
Giving from my heart

© J Anjoun/2015

". . .Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore-- Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
            Quoth the Raven "Nevermore. . ."

Excerpt from : The Raven by:  ~Edgar Allan Poe~                                                                                 

ALONE

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.'

Edgar Allan Poe

Cinquain
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Cinquain
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Cinquain
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End Times 2015

"We're all just walking each other home"
                                                        ~ Ram Dass ~

"Life is the flower for which love is the honey"
                                             ~Victor Hugo~

Poetry of Dance

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