Why do we build a silence round
The very things we have not found, but seek—
As if by mute omission meek
To charm our silent sound to speak?
We all desire a perfect love,
As pure as a summer-day dove flying—
Over those cold shadows lying
On each friend’s warmth, beyond crying.
Can we suppose our first caress
Is central to such happiness, as seems—
A mirrored sky on silvery streams
To simulate the Moon’s bright beams.
No more let silent wings beat still
Within; but freeing music, fill well-springs—
With every magic sound that brings
The mind to dreams, until love sings.
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Reviewed by chris stienstra (Reader)
Reviewed on September 10, 2007
Dreams are what guides us to the loves we find in this journey. I enjoyed this work very much. thank you
Best regards,
Chris
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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Best regards,
Chris
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Karen