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A Found Poem-The Music of Harlem

October 1, 2009
By AlexHeller DIAMOND, San Mateo, California
AlexHeller DIAMOND, San Mateo, California
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Favorite Quote:
Live with intention. walk to the edge. listen hard. practice wellness. play with abandon. laugh. choose with no regret. continue to learn. appreciate your friends. do what you love. live as if this is all there is. -Mary Anne Rabmacher

The Music of Harlem
A found poem
Original Poem- Water Dean Myers

They brought a call,
A song,

First heard in the villages of indigo. One-hundred different people, like a new sound from the throat of a Clarinet.

A weary soul,
That Harlem knew,
A river of blues,
That Harlem swam,
An ancient laughter,
That Harlem painted,

And a fire sparrow that Harlem carried to the asphalt village.

A cracked heart rattles past 100th street,
To blues village,
Past a fleet of brand new sounds,
Floating, blowing, cascading, listening,
To all the sounds of Harlem.

A glass note,
To small to hear in Harlem,
Handed down to an artist,
To paint a portrait of the sound.

The author's comments:
DISCLAIMER: This is a found poem written by me,but the original peice was written by Walter Dean Myers. This was an assignment assigned to me by my 7th grade Humanities teacher.

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