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You made me love the teachings of Tagore. My thoughts were mesmerized by your sitar. I kept the little flowers from India, Artfully pressed to span a century.…
Sandra Fowler born in West Columbia, WV February 4,1937. Has been writing poetry for almost fifty years.Associate Editor, Ocarina from about 1978 to 1989. Had a poem nominated for The Pushcart Prize,1998. Wazir Agha dedicated his Selected Poems to her in 1998. Interviewed by skylark Purdue university Calumet,2000. Honorary Doctorate, World Academy Of arts and Culture,2002. Wall Of Tolerance Honoree,2002.Biography listed in Who's Who Of American Women.Marquis and The Dictionary Of International Biography.England. Chosen by The International Poetry Translation and Research Centre and the Journal, 'World Poets Quarterly, (Multilingual) , published in China, as one of the best international poets of 2005. Chosen by the International Poetry Translation And Research Centre as one of the best Critics of 2007. Some of her reviews of the work of Indian poet, Rajaram Ramachandran can be seen at Divine Channel.in. A CD entitled, 'Before The Music Ends' which featured thirteen of her poems was done by Global Definitions in 2008. Reader, Ihab Badran. Production, Nancy Badran. An essay, 'Sandra Fowler: An Exposition', Gina Roussos for her English Honors Class,2008. Ms. Fowler's poetry has been translated into seven languages and has, courtesy of, 'The World Poets Quarterly', appeared in 190 countries.Editor's Choice 1-Award, 'The Enchanting Verses',2009. Member U.S. Executive Committee, United Minds For Poetry Society,2009-. Inducted into the Lifetime Achievement Hall Of Fame, UMFPS,2009. Biographical data included in, 'Who's Who In The World', Marquis,2009.)
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Words will no longer come from you to me, Handwritten from a land of minarets. The imagery still lights my afterthoughts, I wish you a long sunset, poet friend.…
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Words paint a fragile picture of the dusk. I think them to a poet far away. The light shines dim upon my windowpane. A few tears fall like blue rain in the mind.…
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Green leaves tap at my window like lost souls. I trace their signatures upon the glass. Dawn is only a few quatrains away. I memorize the fragrance of spring rain.…
I think you frail blue windows of my thoughts, Each pane a poem intricately wrought. Via my faith, they reach your distant sill. The music of two souls is never still.…
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I was picking flowers and you were praising smoke. The echoes of that last time linger on. Birds pieced from the gray quilt of the dusk Sang mighty wholeness that is ever lost.…
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There is a blue fragrance, essence of dusk. The smoke of last things lingers on old clothes. Sun has become as rare as goldenrod. I call for August, but no answer comes.…
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Arms hold the soundless music of the sky. The lyricism of the soul burns high. Brief poems dance with distance against space, Snow interlocks the landscape into place.…
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To a poet of India for his warmth which can never be outdated 'With warmth for your severe winter', you said. And every snowflake from my landscape fled. I felt the sun from half a…
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I sat against your knees all night. I watched the sun rise in your coffee cup. In all that time you never spoke to me. I think I must have cried a thousand tears.…
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One day I sent some words to Tel Aviv. Perhaps, they whisper in the grasses yet. Good-bye to my last teacher and my best. A letter to be read over your grave.…
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Old leaves have no defence against the wind. A gray hawk is October's inner cry. The bells of Salem church play elegies. Distance becomes a single snowflake's fall.…
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One day you brought me raindrops in your hand. 'Here are some precious tears for you', you said. A shadow bird was winging through the sky. His silhouette escaped my finger tips.…
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I watch your poem go down in the west And know old friends are gold without a doubt. I clasp your hand to wish you my godspeed. Our epitaph is written in your eyes.…
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Remembering a Valentine sent to me by a poet from India,1989 You meet the moment with your solace thought. Your fingers sketch a gray house far away. Its window lights are warming…
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