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A stranger in a strange world. A wanderer just passing through. And a tormented soul and poet in search of Parnassus. We'll see where my lines lead me in the near and distant future—whether I merely am just an accidental dabbler who enjoys literature and reading and writing poetry as a craft and as forms of intellectual and spiritual exercise, or if I am something more permanent and eternal as a genuine maker of verses from the mythological spring of Mount Pierus? Only time can tell.
~Ngoc Nguyen~
A stranger in a strange world. A wanderer just passing through. And a tormented soul and poet in search of Parnassus. We'll see where my lines lead me in the near and distant future—whether I merely am just an accidental dabbler who enjoys literature and reading and writing poetry as a craft and as forms of intellectual and spiritual exercise, or if I am something more permanent and eternal as a genuine maker of verses from the mythological spring of Mount Pierus? Only time can tell.
~Ngoc Nguyen~
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Ngoc Nguyen
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from USAMY TEXTS, Archive 263 Texts
Bipolar (1) - 2022-10-02
The Bright Morning Star (1) - 2022-09-23
Must You Ask, What You Are to Me? - 2022-09-18
Upon Remembrance of Things Past - 2022-09-06
Have I Used My Gift for Gain...? - 2022-08-30
Lines Composed in the Muse's Absence - 2022-05-01
Brazen Lines by an Outwardly Pompous Poet (1) - 2022-02-25
From Days of Yore - 2022-02-20
How Do the People Mourn, When Poets Die? (1) - 2022-02-20
Life's Offense and the Muses as Escape (1) - 2022-02-14
Sentimental Lines for Rose (1) - 2022-02-09
All of Space and Time - 2022-01-11
A Daughter's Lament - 2022-01-09
Love Rules All, Even Time and Space (1) - 2021-12-31
O How I Love, To Be In Love (1) - 2021-12-26
Death by Oppenheimer - 2021-12-16
Lament for the Makers (1) - 2021-12-16
Prophetic Power - 2021-12-09
The Thought of You (1) - 2021-12-06
Bibliophilia - 2021-12-02
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"To have the soul of a poet is to feel with the mind, and to think with the heart (whilst being sensitive to the divine impulse of God)."