Song Comments

Only and finally declare Among the purest shapes of grace The waking of the face of fire, The body of waking and the skill To make your body such a shape That all the eyes of hope shall stare. a very fine poem. tony

Listen to her voice, I think this woman has much to teach us be we man or woman. The first thing she teaches is to Engage. To be a writer, we must dive into life. Get burned if necessary. To quote Muriel, we must “Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.” There is no place for disinterest and detachment in our lives.. A writer, indeed a human being, must symbolically inhale what happens around him/her.

My love start fiery as grass Wherever burn my fantasies. Amazing song. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

With fantasies as needed to move us on. Nice work.