Sunday Poetry: Fingertips Required

Welcome to Sunday Poetry.  If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here.

At a time when jobs, professions and class warfare are very much in the headlines all over the world, and Occupied DC is only fifteen minutes from my front door, Who Burns for the Perfection of Paper seemed particularly appropriate.  I found the story Martin Espada told here both moving and provocative.  I hope you will, as well. So few words and such a powerful statement. 

Remember there are no quizzes here, no right ways to read or contemplate the poem we share.  No dissecting allowed.  Just come along for the “read,” and enjoy the experience.    What line, word or thought will you carry with you this week?  If you’d like to tell us where the poem took you?  We’ll listen.

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