Listen

(c) The Silence by Victor Bregeda

You took my hand,

You led me to the bridge,

You showed me river, water, funny clouds,

The midnight sky burning with five thousand candles,

Lady Moon’s crooked smile

And far away across the water,

The glowing lights:

Red, blue, yellow, and green…

A city full of possibilities.

“If there is something you must tell me, tell me now,” you said,

rolling your hair around your finger.

I looked at you, you looked at me

You smiled, I smiled,

And then I said

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The Many Yous

Frida Kahlo Digital Art - Picasso Blue Women by Sandra Silberzweig
(c) Frida Kahlo Digital Art – Picasso Blue Women by Sandra Silberzweig

First, there’s the you of flesh and blood

And then there’s the you in my memory

And then there are other yous:

The you in my imagination, better than the actual you

The you in my thoughts, frequent and insisting

The you in my fantasies, naked and wild

The you I think I know

The you I don’t know at all

The you that is kind

The you that is mean

The you that you show me

When you are with me

The you that lingers after you leave

The you that inhabits me

The you that is all mine

The you I don’t have to share with the world

The you I cannot lose

The you that for me is more you

Than you

The you that is I.

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Ode On Solitude (Modern Edition)

Man Relaxing on Chair Painting

Happy the man*, whose wish and care
A house or an apartment bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own town.
Whose routine job, whose local stores
Supply his food and his attire,
Whose books in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest, who can unconcerned’dly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away
In health of body, balanced bank account, and peace of mind;
Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease; leisure walks,
Together mix’d: sweet recreation.
And moderation, which most does please
With meditation.
Thus let me live, Facebookless, offline, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die,
Steal from the world, and not a grave
Tell who I was or where I lie.

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