I Am from an Ancient Place

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    I Am from an Ancient Place

    I am from an ancient plain

    Where a kiss meant sacks of grain

    And man does not as he pleases

    Yet, wills to wait amidst an ancient plain for promised kisses 

     

    I am from an ancient crevice

    Carved by force to respect

    Old men’s Fleeces

     

    And I rise from ancient skies

    With scarred wings that bid me to fly

    To that ancient sky

    So I can hide myself when I cry

     

    I am from an ancient place

    Once so alive, now only in my mind

                                       Alive so much under starry night

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    TREVON commented on I Am from an Ancient Place

    05-27-2009

    This poem is wonderful. It allow me to feel, what I believe to be your meaning that Man is not as he should or use to be, but these are the things that you value. Trevon
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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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