The Words Of Dead Poets Poem by Uriah Hamilton
The Words Of Dead Poets
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Gazing at fragility,
The words of dead poets,
I weep in a bookstore.
Lonely childhood room
Reading Catcher in the Rye
Never leaves me.
I’m at home in autumn
Among the barren trees,
The windswept life
Blows away my love.
Saturday, April 7, 2007
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4/18/2024 5:28:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A stunning piece of poetry. True poets will weep with you, Uriah. Warm regards, Sandra