Where do you come from little rose of blush
you, who was never owned by anyone but me
oh singing bird of thrill how easily you shush
when conscience leaves my side I am not free
When guilt devours me whole you go in hiding
like a wounded child that often goes to play
oh litigator of my heart I was born consigning
to life's passions, as they happened me away
Whence forth this solid mind I will constrain
from thinking out of line for sake of heart
oh soul of beauty please forgive my reign
in my old age I realize, what is your part
You, are the part of me that makes me whole
the conscientious side of me, oh, my soul!
Nicely expressed. Has a classic feel to it. As Pablo Picasso proffered: "art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life" Thank you Vienna for sharing your gift. Peace... rlc
These timeless quotations culled from the celebrated corpus of writings by W.E.B. Du Bois are presented with illuminating introductory essays by Aberjhani. Narration of the Audible book performed by Catherine Byers.
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