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he en Lisant Sml

he en Lisant Sml

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Published by pamela_swanson
poetry series, pamela swanson
poetry series, pamela swanson

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Published by: pamela_swanson on Sep 17, 2011
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©pamela swansonwww.poetpam.com
le philosopheen lisant 
Rembrandt - Philosopher Reading‘philosophe en lisant 
...these poems came together from a poster that graced my walls for many years...
©pamela swanson
   l  e   p   h   i   l  o  s  o  p   h  e   e  n    l   i  s  a  n   t
a print -i stare within white bordersto enter cobwebs of a hidden room -
yellow-brown reections whisper in
through a window somewhere out of sight -gathering the musty scent into my hair i seean old man sitting -dark brown robeloose bootsa softbound book that needs two arms for full support -bony hands collect the open page
in nger bent protection
almost white - pale face in play of light and shade -downcast eyes intent on words i cannot see -world within a world within a world -he does not know i stare -he does not see his room -white balding head white beard -as if his life lived in the printed word and clothing light and chair were but an afterthought that grew around his world like a dream -
©pamela swanson
   l  e   p   h   i   l  o  s  o  p   h  e   e  n    l   i  s  a  n   t
i knew him once in sleepas grandfather who smiled distantly -then as father silent solemn guide -
between the years he grew to self-reection
of a life i lived within my rooms -not me - yet of mecarrying my mind out of confusions to pursue a searchfor answers that no questions could explain -beyond me in his silences -within my opening dreams -the yellow warmth of solitude my own -the hidden corners of his room recede
gathering the shadows of the oor 
in secrets that surround himin a prayer of challengesi do not understand -these i enter like a noviceto absorb and penetratethe growing mystery.

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