Old Song Poem by Marieta Maglas

Old Song

Rating: 5.0


If love had sung inside
of us, maybe we would
have heard it. You know,
my darling, that love never
sings, never, until it is required.
Even if it had sung inside
of us like an old flamenco
tango, we would still have
learned to dance its sorrow.
You know so well that to dance
and to go on is all we can do.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ramesh T A 27 August 2012

Hard times never allow one to sing one's love! Only one can dance with the beloved as consolation and go on one's way for the good of all! But love only lives in heart ever! Nice play!

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Ravi Sathasivam 02 September 2012

Interesting and thought provoking write. Enjoyed. Tfs

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Prasanna Kumari 02 September 2012

beautiful poem...love can keep us alive even when it is old...

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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 30 August 2012

thought provoking poem! nice to read!

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Segun Johnson Ozique 29 August 2012

I'm a sucker for old songs and the memories they bring...so, the title got me...I can read so many angles to this poem...the ones that struck however, are the last ones...I see someone somewhere, anywhere who would not want the dance to end, quoting you someday...same as 'if music be the food...' was so quoted and now torn to shred.

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Michael Morgan 27 August 2012

Like it alot, but I'm not sure a flamenco is a tango and not a seperate dance altogether. I could be wrong, of course. The intimacy of the voice is unquestionable, though, and very attractive. MM

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Marieta Maglas

Marieta Maglas

Radauti, Judet Suceava, Romania
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