I've just discovered two new poets : Maya Angelou and Shel Silverstein . The former reminded me of Plath (consider, for instance, Still I Rise) and the latter of Yeats (compare Where The SideWalk Ends and The Lake Isle of Innisfree)....
But I was stirred and shaken by this one........like a bullet, it struck straight at my heart........I wouldn' t care for its ever being extracted......
DREAMS
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
--- Langston Hughes
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But I was stirred and shaken by this one........like a bullet, it struck straight at my heart........I wouldn' t care for its ever being extracted......
DREAMS
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
--- Langston Hughes
>
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