Category: Poetry
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In Poetry We Say…
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar. –Percy Bysshe Shelley The Donkey When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn,Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born.With monstrous head and sickening cry And…
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More Than Was Lost Has Been Found
Try reading this poem out loud. When faces called flowers float out of the groundand breathing is wishing and wishing is having—but keeping is downward and doubting and neverit’s april (yes, april, my darling) it’s spring!yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as can flyyes the little fish gamble as glad as can be(yes the…
So She Reads 