<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521552" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On the Feast of St. Catherine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poet on the radio<br>earnestly read her expert lines<br>about the sad state <br>of the world, <br>the failure<br>of governments, <br>churches, <br>parents, <br>lovers, <br>the certain decline of <br>the cosmos, <br>the end of the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her lines were exquisitely made, <br>and I listened with admiration and envy<br>to perfect rhymes, subtle<br>metaphor, nuanced images<br>until I felt both elation and<br>despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I looked around me, <br>to the riot of life in<br>my backyard, <br>the shrill ecstasy of birds<br>the shout of the rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My children gathered today<br>for a Sunday feast, full of <br>laughter and corny jokes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maybe the poet didn't have a backyard, <br>could gazed only on bleak <br>city walls; maybe her lover<br>walked out (or should have) or<br>her children never call. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I worry about the poor; <br>whenever a grimy hand out-<br>stretches, I see the pierced hand of Christ, <br>offering me gift, pearls of great price!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Steven+Federle">Steven Federle</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521552" data-title="On the Feast of St. Catherine de Steven Federle" data-description="The poet on the radio earnestly read her expert lines about the sad state of the world, the failure of governments, churches, parents, lovers, the certain decline of the cosmos, the end of the world. Her lines were exquisitely made, and ..."></div> </div> </div>

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