{random poetry #2}


I know Not How, But As I Count

I know not how, but as I count
The beads of former years,
Old laughter catches in my throat
With the very feel of tears.

[ Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) ]


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Taking the Hands

Taking the hands of someone you love,
You see they are delicate cages....
Tiny birds are singing
In the secluded prairies
And in the deep valleys of the hand.

[ Robert Bly (1926) ]

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"The real act of discovery is not finding new lands,
but in seeing with new eyes." 

[Marcel proust]