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Autumns risingShow poetry


After great pain a formal feeling comes--
The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs;
The stiff Heart questions--was it He that bore?
And yesterday--or centuries before?

The feet, mechanical, go round
A wooden way
Of ground, or air, or ought,
Regardless grown,
A quartz contentment, like a stone.

This is the hour of lead
Remembered if outlived,
As freezing persons recollect the snow--
First chill, then stupor, then the letting go.

--Emily Dickinson



My Poetry

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  • I never did call Lenny
    Not that afternoon, nor the one that followed
    23 lines, 2 comments, July 28. In Sad
  • We'd play hopscotch in the wavering light of the sun.
    Rode our bikes for hours down Decision Way,
    40 lines, July 24
  • she spent the night in his memory
    clutching a glass awaiting fresh ice cubes
    37 lines, 1 comment, June 12
  • I used to be a dancer, when I was young
    As close to soaring as God would allow.
    28 lines, 3 comments, March 24. In Life

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  • Time focus on Me : hey on March 28
    how are u doing? how things going? im doing alsome n life is good.. dropin by to say hey n show u sume love ure way
  • ISheHer : Hey chick on November 14, 2008
    Sorry I dont really comment your poetry anymore.. Just remeber it dosent mean i dont read it... Your still amazing <3
  • holy on June 6, 2008
    Great job, I love it. by the way, thank you for your comment.
  • Time focus on Me : Hello on December 23, 2007
    Wishin u A Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

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