Saturday, February 4, 2006

My Still Friend Comments

Rating: 5.0

Several times I've come to see
The white man clad with stone
And there I sit beside his knee
Till night leaves us alone
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Oluwaseun Ogunbiyi
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Lawrence S. Pertillar 04 February 2006

Such an insightful insight from one of color from a different cultural perception and understanding. And ironically these perceptions are administered in ways clearly understood by those who have true depths in feeling of what friendships mean. I don't necessarily agree that the subject of your poem deserves that kind of devoted admiration or glowing attachment. but as I said...we come from different 'implanted' understanding! Thanks for sharing...'My still friend' L

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Sallie Howson 04 February 2006

really good poem...thoughtful...shouldnt it be 'sit' instead of 'seat'?

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Seán O' Muiriosa 04 February 2006

Lovely poem - controlled but yet powerfully effective. Best wishes, Seán

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