It takes a lot of a person's life
To be French, or English, or American
Or Italian. And to be at any age. To live at any certain time.
The Polish-born resident of Manhattan is not merely a representative of
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Wow, Wow, Wow! ! ! This is marvelous - this truly deserves to be recognized as poem of the day. Though as Susan said below this is more like a great work of literature. I love the way the speaker seems to be at ease with the flow of life as he points out his observations about nationality and existence itself. He talks in circles yet it all makes sense in a puzzling way. The same way life itself can feel like a puzzle with a few missing pieces.
Did you ever just want to howl with delight at a piece of LITERATURE that has just taken over your senses, your emotions, your mental faculties? I want to sit here and reread it and reread it and reread it and SAVOR its every word, its every phrase, its every pause!
I love this poem for challenging us to think about how much of where we are from makes us who we are; and how much of us is just humanity? Lovely write! ~