Author: Byungafallgren

The Music of Beauty

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The Music of Beauty
 James Nack

To me thy lips are mute, but when I gaze
upon thee in thy perfect loveliness,-- 
No trait that should not be-- no lineament
To jar with the exquisite harmony
of beauty's music, breathing to the eyes,
I pity those who think they pity me;
who drink the tide that gushes from thy lips 
unconscious of its sweats, as if they were 
E'en as I am--and turn their marble eyes 
upon thy loveliness, without the thrill 
that maddens me with joy's delirium. 

James M. Nack was born in 1809 in New York, New York.
In 1827, he became the first deaf American to publish 
a book, with the release of The legend of the Rocks, 
and Other poems, published by E. Conrad. 
He died in 1879.

Power Out!

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Power Out!
by Hayley Broadway

Power out!
All dark and black...
Fret not
Body bumps
Hand gliding softly
Feet and the floor
Rug! another rug!
Budy bumping into another
We mesh and dance swiftly
Away in the dark

Hayley Broadway is a deaf blind researcher
and protractile educator working on 
several grants projects, including a national 
institutes of health study of language 
acquisition among deaf blind children.
She lives in Austine.

The Flashbacks

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The Flashbacks

1.
This was where it began;
I ran outside, naked
before my first birthday
to see what all the booming 
from the sky was about.

2.
I was a little bird
in the tiny cage
of the dark space,
learned to not cry
even when hungry.

3.
The skating boy on the pond;
his mom, at the gate of her house, 
stopped me passing by 
to ask a few questions about my parents,
told her son to come home;
his word "No--"
What was in her mind?

In sixth grade graduation,
why he chose me to sing the song?

4.
The old elm with a large hollow 
in the trunk; by his side a shabby cedar tree,
beneath them the well,
the eye watching me watching it,
questing hidden tomorrow

©Byung A. Fallgren

Walls

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Walls
C. P. Cavafy

Without reflection, without mercy, without shame,
they built strong walls and high, and compassed me out.

And here I sit now and consider and despair.

It wears away my heart and brain, this evil fate:
I had outside so many things to terminate.

Oh! Why when they were building could I not beware!

But never a second sound of building, never an echo came.
Insensibly they drew the world and shut me out.

C. P. Cavafy, born April 29, 1863, in Egypt, is one of the most
influential Greek Poet of the twentieth century. He died in 1933.