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Valérie Trottier

Updated: Fri, 29 Apr 2016 06:40 am

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I'm just here because I enjoy reading poems


Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature's first green is gold Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. -Robert Frost

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Mikhail Smith

Thu 12th May 2016 22:26

.. but you have the most important job of all ..
.. he may sit opposite you in a café, go
home and write ten poems, but you will
never know, he’ll never see you again ..
or on train in Paris he’ll catch a glimpse
of your eyes, return to his small appartement
on Le rue Payenne … find a canvas and paint
a masterpiece for you, but you’ll never know.
.. or that musician playing guitar outside
le theatre will watch you stroll by, he’ll
compose the most beautiful song for you
.. but you will never hear it .. you were born
to this .. without you .. the muse .. there
can never be any poetry …


Thomas Johnson

Sat 30th Apr 2016 21:03

I love that you have a profile as a reader. It's good to have you!


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