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As I Was Walking
(c. 600 BCE / Greece)

As I Was Walking

As I was walking,
Thyme sweet to my nose,
Green grasshoppers talking,
Rose rivalling rose:
And wing, like amber,
Dispread in light,
As from bush to bush
Linnet took flight:
Master Rabbit I saw
In the shadow-rimmed mouth
Of his sandy cavern,
Looking out to the South.
'Twas dew-tide coming;
The turf was sweet
To nostril, curved tooth,
And wool-soft feet.
Sun was in West;
Crystal in beam
Of its golden shower
Did his round eye gleam.
Lank human was I,
And a foe, poor soul—
Snowy flit of a scut,
He was into his hole,
And—stamp, stamp, stamp!
Through dim labyrinths clear,
The whole world darkened,
A murderer near.

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Comments (10)

Motherhood changes a woman drastically. Her attention, devotion and major part of her love is diverted to her progeny after attaining it. Great tribute to motherhood. Well deserved classic poem of the day.
friendship is the pure source of creation!
In brevity the hue of changing relationships splashed so effectively. Super!
Before they were mothers. frinds and devotion...... a very nice poem. tony
Dedicated to mothers. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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