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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poem: Month of January
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poem: Much Madness is divinest Sense - (620)
- Emily Dickinson Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense - the starkest Madness - ’Tis the Majority In this, as…
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Poem: The Wise Men
- G.K. Chesterton Step softly, under snow or rain, To find the place where men can pray; The way is all so very plain That we may lose the way.…
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