To: All
Jewels by Sara Teasdale
If I should see your eyes again, I know how far their look would go -- Back to a morning in the park With sapphire shadows on the snow.
Or back to oak trees in the spring When you unloosed my hair and kissed The head that lay against your knees In the leaf shadow's amethyst.
And still another shining place We would remember -- how the dun Wild mountain held us on its crest One diamond morning white with sun.
But I will turn my eyes from you. As women turn to put away The jewels they have worn at night And cannot wear in sober day.
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To: bentfeather
There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara TeasdaleThere will come soft rains and the
smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their
shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at
night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous
white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low
fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war,
not one
Will care at last when it done.
Not one would mind, neither bird
nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke
at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
951 posted on
04/22/2006 7:58:00 AM PDT by
Lady Jag
((,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸Ooooh...I think I over-medicated¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸))
To: bentfeather
how the *dun* Probably should be sun.
I did not check this word against another copy, I think this is a typo that I copied and pasted. My bad.
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