Happy Birthday, Valerie
Today in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, in 1933, Valerie Worth was born. I love her Small Poems.
Stars
While we
Know they are
Enormous suns,
Gold lashing
Fire-oceans,
Seas of heavy silver flame,
They look as
Though they could
Be swept
Down, and heaped,
Cold crystal
Sparks, in one
Cupped palm.
6 Comments:
nice poems
Well, no, actually they don't look as though they could be anything of the sort. Do they?
Don't they?
Well, no, they look utterly beyond holding in the hand. As though, if one were to sweep them - and that in itself is unthinkable - they would heap, hundred on hundred, thousand upon thousand, million upon million, uncountable trillions, overflowing the hand, let alone the palm, let alone thought. A lot of them.
I suppose that depends on where you live and how many of them you can see.
Ah, yes, that's true.
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