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This page is dedicated to the life of Tim Hahn, a preternatural prodigy whose poetry and friendship meant a great deal to me while he was alive. A man who lived a simple life, unschooled in the arts, wrote poetry of depth and clarity that comes from a place of rare wisdom. The Lord took him away from us all too soon. He was capable of great feeling and his works move me as much today as they did then. People who have read his poems agree that he was a special talent and a gentle soul. Here is the title poem from his book of poems, published posthumously by his friend and fellow poet Craig Tigerman. Both authors books can be found at www.iuniverse.com For Tim Hahn: http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?&isbn=0-595-18347-6 For Craig Tigerman: http://www.tigerman.org/craig/ Poems from WIGHT by Tim Hahn Wight we are somethingwithin a thing, boundthere, wound in again,surrounded then more,clothed further and mantledlast, deep as an aquifer,connected to seven sensesshielding the tender wight,the inmost listener, an arrowmay not pierce a vacuum, andnothing reaches there that has notalways been. the rest is herewhere the talker walks, the bodywithers, and time sits smiling withoutits single shred of innocence. (12Feb98)
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