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There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.
You were the wind and I the sea --
There is no splendor any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.
But though the pool is safe from storm
And from the tide has found surcease,
It grows more bitter than the sea,
For all its peace.
Submitted by Venus
Sara Teasdale
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Faith Brigham
(9/2/2009 12:10:00 AM) |
a remarkable poem filled with raw reality
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Bonnie Collins
(1/1/2008 10:52:00 PM) |
This is one of my favorites of Sara Teasdale she seems to have the ability to write to the core of life at times, very bitter/sweet.
Bonnie
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