Drum School (Part 1) by Erik Svehaug.
The drum gives me Now; and its silence Then. Keep the beat and my soul will mend. My father was a smith. We lived in tiny Dodona in a house behind the forge. We lived with the beat of hammer and...
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( ) In elegant robes, my mother floats Through the gardens thick and fragrant; Strong lines of care carve my father’s face As he scratches for our fortune. ( )...
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() Life is short, and Art long; The crisis fleeting; Experience perilous and Decision difficult. Hippocrates, Aphorisms () Lucius spoke to Marsyas: “The Red Galley was at Full Stroke, four lengths off...
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