Monday, January 13, 2003

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Give me truths,
For I am weary of the surfaces,
And die of inanition. If I knew
Only the herbs and simples of the wood,
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Ratnakar Mandlik 24 July 2019

" Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces" A great composition crafted by a master craftsman.

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Edward Kofi Louis 24 July 2019

The cut he makes! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Julia Luber 24 July 2019

By sweet affinities to human flesh: says it all

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Kumarmani Mahakul 24 July 2019

Clouds shade the sun, which will not tan our hay. And nothing thrives to reach its natural term, And life, shorn of its venerable length, .......touching expression with nice theme. Beautiful poem.

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Aniruddha Pathak 24 July 2019

Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces, .. Ah what a lovely opening line! The truth is where the roots are, all else is peripheral blight. Beautiful

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Adeeb Alfateh 24 July 2019

And life, shorn of its venerable length, Even at its greatest space, is a defeat, And dies in anger that it was a dupe, beautiful and great 10++++++++++

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Bernard F. Asuncion 24 July 2019

A well written poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson....

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