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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=516261" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>After All The Endless Longing To Be Who We Are</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN THE MANNER OF BORGES I WRITE POEMS IN MY OLD AGE </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the manner of Borges I write poems in my old age <br>And dream that they are not only imitations <br>Of poems written by others <br>When we all were young.<br> <br>Instead I go on now in the darkness of the night <br>Because the fear of what will be <br>Is always so deep in me <br>It does not need Poetry or Happiness or any other Meaning <br>Outside itself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are small sands drifting on the edge of stars <br>Lesser beings of a time we will never know <br>All that we have done comes back to us over and over again <br>As if we never were </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don’t believe I will ever write Borges lines <br>He wrote them in his own imagined words <br>And I must in my own little life <br>Suffer to the end of time <br>All I have not been <br>And never will be. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">God Who is Good <br>God of Love <br>You gave me so much <br>You did not have to give me Poetry also. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE REAL POETS </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The real poets are few in number and largely known by name <br>The rest of us are endless frustration in aspiration <br>Words upon words upon words <br>Dreams upon dreams upon dreams <br>Getting and going nowhere forever unheard </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The real poets find their anthologized place <br>And we know them over and over and over again <br>The rest of us just appear this only once <br>If we appear at all <br>And our words and our hearts and our minds <br>Do not encompass and inspire the endless rereadings <br>Time and Time’s Wounds make again and again and again </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are once only always forever losts <br>Nothing will save us <br>These words too coming in the wake of a long night’s reading <br>Of the poems of others <br>Cannot sustain and redeem <br>Cannot be what they would be <br>Cannot help and cannot save <br>Me or you or anyone we love <br>Even as poetry. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">God Who Knows All <br>And in the End Decides on Everything <br>Has made us smaller even than the Angels <br>And our place in the Divine Song <br>Is not as far as we know <br>Anywhere heard at all. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Goodbye world <br>We are going <br>We have done what we could <br>We have written and written and written <br>Oxymandias’ poet will remain <br>And we will not <br>The lone and desert sands will stretch away <br>When we are not even a single grain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE WORLD IS FILLED WITH THE ENDLESS SILENCE OF THINGS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world is filled with the endless silence of things <br>Dreams in old age are not the dreams of youth – and will never be <br>Old pain in old bodies stirs the imagination to anger at itself <br>The history of the universe begins somewhere long before we were born<br>And when Time ends more Time will not begin elsewhere <br>Parallel universes pose mathematical riddles to an evidence- hungry horde of physicists who live by supposition alone <br>And yet underneath it all we are biological beings – brains of our own misperceptions <br>Clamoring clamoring while on the other side of the moon<br>The cold goes deeper in us than all the distances we will never reach <br>Mites and Bites and Little Strings Digital waves and wiry wise things<br>We are all more than a cave painting with buffalo music beating in the fire <br>Under the darkness once <br>When we hunted with small eyes the body’s animal prey <br>Our spirit said mocking melodies of great and good sounds <br>Let the Maker of All be One in Love <br>And less than us may there never be new <br>The world we love and the people we trust <br>And the endless game of the transitions <br>This is a hell of a way to be who we are <br>And yet some say we are dust more than stars <br>And under the end of the forever we feel <br>Only our Names will remain not quite real. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>AFTER ALL THE ENDLESS LONGING TO BE WHO WE ARE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After all the endless longing to be who we are <br>We come in old age to know what we dared never dream <br>That we as we are are less than we will forever be <br>And all that we have made is nothing beside <br>What God alone may make us should God have decided <br>That we are worth more than the interval here of our own small being<br>Dust is not enough <br>And will never be <br>For what we dream <br>For those we most love <br>Bones interred and epitaphs made righteous in stone <br>Cannot replace the vital thing of each breathing being <br>So so long ago <br>I knew when my grandmother died that she Bessie Zeibert- Peshie really- had so much love and goodness she should never be gone <br>Lost in her very last moments seeking a stolen sweater no one had ever taken <br>A sixteen year old girl in steerage with her first child who would never marry and live only to help his nephews and niece <br>God of Love <br>What are we <br>So many have died <br>So many good people <br>And I here officially an old man yet young enough to begin and thrive again in words <br>Questioning as I did then and knowing more and no more <br>We are the end and the beginning of the universe humanbeings kind or unkind <br>Light too is another name for death when it is forever too strong <br>I see I feel I know <br>We are what we are <br>And You will take us home <br>In a way we cannot dream now <br>Something so good as many of us have been <br>Must never die <br>And You Alone know how <br>We will survive <br>In the endless Infinite Eternity which no one who has ever lived can describe <br>Or truly understand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Shalom+Freedman">Shalom Freedman</a><div class=q>
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In the manner of Borges I write poems in my old age 
And dream that they are not only imitations 
Of poems written by others 
When we all were young.
 
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