June 8, 2009
I.
I feel sharp
As if breathing
An air clean
Enough to nourish
The spirit inside.
II.
If I held in my arms
An instrument-a guitar
I gently would pluck
The strings.
The music I play
Would test the
Strength of the heart
By making it hurt
As it does at times.
After the hurt
The pieces reassemble
And a safe beat
Plays to your strength
Newly rediscovered.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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