As Necessary As Bread

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Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry. ~ Mary Oliver

When I Opened My Mouth To Sing

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The light was bright and the room was quiet. Hundreds of faces, some familiar and some not, were turned towards a small girl who stood on a stage.

Art Has Two Faces

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Every great work of art has two faces, one toward its own time and one toward the future, toward eternity. ~ Lester Bangs

Faces Song

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Sometimes when I close my eyes

faces come to mind,

of people who have touched my life

Along the paths of time.

I see a long lost smile I feel an old embrace

My chest swells in wistfulness

At the memory of a face.