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Dust
Oct 28, 2006 13:38:27 GMT -5
Post by lhuebner on Oct 28, 2006 13:38:27 GMT -5
Dust Sara Teasdale
When I went to look at what had long been hidden, A jewel laid long ago in a secret place, I trembled, for I thought to see its dark deep fire -- But only a pinch of dust blew up in my face. I almost gave my life long ago for a thing That has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes -- It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise.
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Dust
Oct 28, 2006 13:52:55 GMT -5
Post by Senbecc on Oct 28, 2006 13:52:55 GMT -5
Dust Sara Teasdale When I went to look at what had long been hidden, A jewel laid long ago in a secret place, I trembled, for I thought to see its dark deep fire -- But only a pinch of dust blew up in my face. I almost gave my life long ago for a thing That has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes -- It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise. It's very nice. How did you find it?
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Dust
Oct 28, 2006 15:56:13 GMT -5
Post by lhuebner on Oct 28, 2006 15:56:13 GMT -5
When I was 12 we had to memorize and recite a poem in front of the class. I chose The Falling Star by Sara Teasdale.
I saw a star slide down the sky. Blinding the north as it went by. Too burning and too quick to hold. Too lovely to be bought or sold. Good only to make wishes on. And then forever to be gone.
I always remembered that one but I promptly forgot who wrote it. A few months ago I rediscoved her and have fallen in love with her work. It touches me. I hope others enjoy it as well.
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