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November 26, 2021


Thanks much for this excellent insight poem, Lera Auerbach.

Into 70 yrs of living, now, i find myself thinking more about death and dying as older relatives and friends pass away. But there's hope if "the dead are watching the shadows caused by light" as this poet writes.

I take from it that after death, we do not cease awareness, but are immersed within life itself on an ethereal plane of consciousness. Might this notion be so implicit that it rings explicitly true for each of us. Caught within the shadows of death and dying , fear it not, as we become unto light.

"Sometimes they touch the heavens; sometimes they touch the earth."

Lera Auerbach, you take my breath away. You are a genius of poetic revelation. You render me speechless.

Thank you for the sublime, the beautiful birds "that occupy space between people and the sky."

Every word a vision.

I believe that with the information you share, it will bring a lot of value to the readers and I hope that they will absorb the good and useful things.

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I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark

from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman


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