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the poetry of Charles Fry

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1995–1994

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1994–1993

5 September 1997

again an unknown stranger.

Through the depths of my leather skin
i can almost feel your soft hand
gently resting on mine.
Your silent voice pours into my ears
and dissipatingly sinks through me
ringing, pulsing, fading.
But through your eyes, your beautiful eyes,
i am momentarily granted a vision
of your soul, your beautiful soul.

When i turn my head from such potent reality
the black cloak reenvelopes you
and now distant i sit, next to you,
again an unknown stranger.

 la vie me déchire   For all the words I didn't write   My two calloused hands   Hold me in your arms so tightly;   When springtime comes   soft, sweet and warm   the water of life   these are the times   geraniums   sweet of all sweetness   when Death first called my name   Arms so pitiful   Redemption   The tears in your eyes tear me more than my own.   Oh Seigneur   A toi, l'humanité   flesh of mortal man, immortal woman   again an unknown stranger.   canticle to my soul   My tender heart dilates with each   emancipation