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Keeping with our April is Poetry Month I offer Sara Teasdale....

"What Do I Care?"
by Sara Teasdale

What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring,
That my songs do not show me at all?
For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire,
I am an answer, they are only a call.

But what do I care, for love will be over so soon,
Let my heart have its say and my mind stand idly by,
For my mind is proud and strong enough to be silent,
It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.

I was just getting ready to go to bed,
When I saw a new thread ...

Earlier today, a news special showed Robert Frost at the Kennedy inaugural, having a bit of difficulty reading a poem he had written for the occasion.

Later, Jackie turned over the handwritten poem to John to put in his office. That manuscript found its way into the National Archives today.

I celebrated by finding one of my handwritten poems, and reading it to my wife.

"Isn't that on some of my stationary?" She said.

"Why, yes it is. That is the way of it. When I want to write a poem, I use whatever is available."

This is the poem that I read to her.

Look At Me! I’m Flying!

“Look at me! I’m flying!” was what my young one said,
And sure enough, I saw the clouds of Glory ‘round his head.
His vision unimpeded, I watched him swoop and soar,
His landing gear did “Touch-and-Goes” across the kitchen floor.
I picked him up, and swung him ‘round. He held his arms out straight,
An aeronautic acrobat, in sight of Heaven’s Gate.

I’ve flown, myself, and I had pride, that Man had conquered flight,
While He who rules the Heavens smiled in humor at the sight,
And held His hand to guide us, as we reached out in trying,
He lifted us, as we did Him, for “Look at me! I’m flying!”

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . November 9, 2005