Unto The World A Stranger I

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1/4/13 r1

Unto the world a stranger I --

Who never did belong --

Too obvious my sacred lie --

Too odd my secret song.

But never did I so regret

My status as it be --

Nor do I now, nor will I yet --

Make apology.

--Firestone Feinberg

Reviews

[Relic]

I like this one. It's direct and the flow is superb.

[Firestone Feinberg]

Thanks, Relics. I'm glad you dig it. In regard to this kind of form -- I had the best of teachers: Emily Dickinson! Shalom, David

[Riley]

Kind of like a curse, sometimes ... being born.

Another short poem that strikes like a ball pein hammer,..there - in the centre of self awareness.

[Firestone Feinberg]

Hi Riley! I thought that I thanked you for your wonderful review -- but I am just learning my way around this site... it's all new to me, and I'm not very computer-wise. So maybe this will work :) I hope so. Thanks (again). --David

[Riley]

You're quite welcome, David