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Sara Teasdale (Morning) |
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David D Jerald Member
since 2006-08-07
Posts 74Tucson, Arizona 
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I went out on an April morning All alone, for my heart was high, I was a child of the shining meadow, I was a sister of the sky. There in the windy flood of morning Longing lifted its weight from me, Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering, Swept as a sea-bird out to sea. Sara Teasdale 1884 – 1933 American Poet From Love Songs |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
Sara Teasdale is a favorite poet of mine. She began to write poetry when she was quite young, but it's simply beautiful and makes you feel what she felt without being overly dramatic. |
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