"We know that we are not alone / And we know what we mean"
Transcendental Sonnet #1345: Sibling Birds We Smiths of Words
All of us we smiths of words Alone with one another Mouths agape like baby birds Are hungry with no mother There is no one to feed us But us my sister brother And that is why we need us
Together we victorious Sibling birds we smiths of words Rise up from our nest glorious Returning after we have flown To share what we have seen We know that we are not alone And we know what we mean
What a great title. A real eyecatcher, mind snatcher. Great poem follows. Good package. Henry
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on April 15, 2005
We know that we are not alone
And we know what we mean
..indeed we do! Isn't it marvelous knowing that there's SOMEONE out there who fathoms what you're saying..hmmm..
so glad I found your den..
saved this one..sh I can see me filling up my file with YOUR work..YAY!!!
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And we know what we mean
..indeed we do! Isn't it marvelous knowing that there's SOMEONE out there who fathoms what you're saying..hmmm..
so glad I found your den..
saved this one..sh I can see me filling up my file with YOUR work..YAY!!!
vesna*