Patriot
Me?
An urban Jew –
A radical iconoclast.
An American.
Who can’t bear to see his country torn apart
By those who abandon us in pursuit of gotcha gold.
Harry, March 5, 2017
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poems for friends 
full of anger and love. revolutionary love.
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Here is an Inuit poem, author unknown, from the the nineteenth century, which I love. (If you saw the film “Never Cry Wolf”, you may remember it.)
I think over again my small adventures, My fears, Those small ones that seemed so big, For all the vital things I had to get and to reach; And yet there is only one great thing, The only thing, To live to see the great day that dawns And the light that fills the world.
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This is beautiful Lou.
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“To live to see the great day that dawns” is iambic pentameter — as gorgeous as anything Shakespeare wrote!
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Lovely! You are speaking for me too!
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