The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
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- Brat Farrar (
bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar
bratfarrar
poem: Dust of Snow
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
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Holy Saturday
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poem: That Still Centre
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poem: Sonnet 76
- William Shakespeare Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I not glance aside To…
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