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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460390" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0009 Favorite Poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you can’t remember much <br>about the first time you read it except<br>that it held you to the end, but most of all<br>this one line, which seemed to hold<br>the key to the whole poem</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as if you were opening the closet of your mind<br>to bring out something which you knew was there<br>but instead something way at the back<br>called to you and you remembered<br>a moment from way back you thought<br>you had forgotten</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then you read the poem again<br>in company with the poet and<br>yes that’s it, and the two of you<br>became friends for life, almost<br>related.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, now you’ve read all their poems, <br>feel some more than others but<br>as if you wrote them all in the same room<br>where you read them together<br>and you wait for their new book with<br>a sorta family pride</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and like family, <br>you leave the poems for a spell, <br>grow up a little, then<br>come back to visit -<br>they mean more; <br>can it be, <br>you've both grown? <br>each time you come back to them<br>you carry them more close to you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in fact you feel that you could write<br>poems very much like theirs<br>as if you’d inherited, too, <br>the family gift</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and though you wouldn’t of course<br>seek them out in person except<br>in a reading where you’d<br>have to share their warmth<br>with the rest of their extended family<br>but not say much since<br>you are a, well, close relative, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">if you happened to be driving a route<br>not far from them, you’d detour, <br>park a little distance from their house, <br>but have it in your sight, <br>hope you might catch a movement, <br>wait a few minutes, then<br>start the car with almost a sigh</div><div style="margin:10px 0">half relieved that you didn’t have to try<br>on their cautiously polite doorstep<br>to find words to say<br>you love them in their words, <br>which you almost wrote together, <br>lived them together; <br>love them like life itself, <br>love them</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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