----- Original Message ----- From: "Rafael Martinez" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: "'Cynthia Groopman'" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Sent: Tuesday, October 28, 2008 7:26 PM Subject: Today's Poems
> The Storm > I thought of you when I was wakened > By a wind that made me glad and afraid > Of the rushing, pouring sound of the sea > That the great trees made. > One thought in my mind went over and over > While the darkness shook and the leaves were thinned -- > I thought it was you who had come to find me, > You were the wind. > --Sara Teasdale > > A Brilliant Day > O keen pellucid air! nothing can lurk > Or disavow itself on this bright day; > The small rain-plashes shine from far away, > The tiny emmet glitters at his work; > The bee looks blithe and gay, and as she plies > Her task, and moves and sidles round the cup > Of this spring flower, to drink its honey up, > Her glassy wings, like oars that dip and rise, > Gleam momently. Pure-bosom'd, clear of fog, > The long lake glistens, while the glorious beam > Bespangles the wet joints and floating leaves > Of water-plants, whose every point receives > His light; and jellies of the spawning frog, > Unmark'd before, like piles of jewels seem! > --Charles Turner > > --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Deaf-Blind Inspirational Life Group" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/DBILG?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
