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Sitting at Their Feet
John I. Blair
I’ve sat at the feet of S. I. Hayakawa, been
Dazzled by the dance and song of Miriam Makeba,
Heard Margaret Mead recite a poem
As I crouched at the rear of the hall.
To me all these and many more
Are not just names out of the past –
They once were shining eyes, warm voices,
Breathing, animated flesh I could have touched.
History and thought are not just
Dull and dusty words on printed pages;
They’re lives preserved, blessings given
To help us lurch into the future.
©2017 John I. Blair, 4/9/2017
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