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Posted by trablano on September 18, 2002 at 06:07:33:
In Reply to: Re: Re: Poem posted by K on September 18, 2002 at 04:33:46:

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: : : Razor sharp
: : : a dead man's harp
: : : played on a lonely song
: : : of humid days
: : : and summer stays
: : : which last
: : : a whole life long.

: : : Under a rainbow by the sun
: : : a glorious torch is lit,
: : : and carried on
: : : to oblivi-on
: : : who still remembers it.

: : :

: : Beautiful poem, Keith.

: Thanks.
: I very much like your "What will you say?" on the poetry forum. Perhaps this poem is some attempt at answer.
: But the direct inspiration came from the death of a good friend this summer, on a very hot and humid day in Bethlehem Pennsylvannia. He died in a hospice, and on the day before his death the people there had a harpist play music on the porch outside the door to his room.

This scenario gives me chills ... it's beautiful, but also frightening. I wonder what your friend felt and thought that day.

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