Friday, March 1, 2013
Me
As long as I live
I shall always be
My Self - and no other,
Just me.
Like a tree.
Like a willow or elder,
An aspen a thorn,
Or a cypress forlorn.
Like a flower,
For its hour
A primrose, a pink,
Or a violet -
Sunned by the sun, And with dewdrops wet.
Always just me.
walter de la mare
Sunday, February 17, 2013
The Early Morning
The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other.
The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother.
The moon on my left and the dawn on my right.
My brother, good morning: my sister, good night.
Hilaire Belloc
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
This is Just to Say
This is just to say, I have eaten the plums
that were in the icebox and which you were
probably saving for breakfast. Forgive me they
were delicious, so sweet and so cold.
William Carlos Williams
that were in the icebox and which you were
probably saving for breakfast. Forgive me they
were delicious, so sweet and so cold.
William Carlos Williams
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Saturday, December 1, 2012
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