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The Letter

Little cramped words scrawling all over
the paper
Like draggled fly's legs,
What can you tell of the flaring moon
Through the oak leaves?
Or of my uncertain window and the
bare floor

Spattered with moonlight?
Your silly quirks and twists have nothing
in them
Of blossoming hawthorns,
And this paper is dull, crisp, smooth,
virgin of loveliness
Beneath my hand.

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart
The want of you;
Of squeezing it into little inkdrops,
And posting it.
And I scald alone, here, under the fire
Of the great moon.

Submitted by Venus

by Amy Lowell

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may your wishes all come true
i wish there were no armies navies, drones, or pentagons i wish we could watch the sunrise and all just get along... great wishes........ and desires for peace.... i wish tooo all this..... thank you dear poet. tony