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About This Author
My name is Joy, and I love to write.
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
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"America! America!" We pace through delicate days,
When hate is howling at heroes,
“On thee” “God shed his grace,”
We praise Him through our woes.
And “for amber waves of grain,”
“Till all success be nobleness,”
With this storm, gaining the rain,
Our gratitude we express.
With “dream that sees beyond the years,”
World will learn love and embrace grace.
Through our sorrow and through our tears,
We shall uplift the human race.
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