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Church Bells

Church Bells Once I lived in a charming English village, near an ancient church, every Sunday morning on my only day off, the bloody bells chimed. Thought I saw a woman cycling to mass in the mist, and it wasn´t Germaine Greer. When Muslims ruled Andalusia, they tolerated Christians, but a poet of that time -Ibn Baqi- circa 1059 1112, wished they wouldn´t clang bells so hard waking him up when air was cool, sleep sweet and his Christian mistress had to get up and go to mass. So far nothing has changed, dear Ibn Baqi, the bells keep on tolling

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Date: 7/11/2012 7:48:00 AM
I am so happy I was able to read your poetry today Jan. Thank you for sharing your writing with us always. So many diverse poems here and always a pleasure to read. Hoping you will continue to find the inspiration to write. Love, Carol
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 7/11/2012 10:55:00 AM
thank you Carol
Date: 7/10/2012 8:23:00 AM
You sure know a lot of things I don't know. Love how you bring the past to the present and the present to the past. love, Kathy
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 7/10/2012 8:36:00 AM
thank you Kathy I have book of poetry translated into portuguese from Spanish which againg was translated from Arabic and the poem is in the book he wrote is in the book

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry