Annie Cordelia Adams Poems

how many ways can i say i love you?
if i count all night i wouldn't be through

one
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The strange thing is that
most of my inspiration derives
from simple imitations
of the real world
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She stands against a
mossy tree;
it is green and raw
the moss climbs each length
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Like a dove over water,
to the mountains I spring
though many people and many cities
there lay between
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Give people happiness
on the map
let them take a nap
in the snow
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I'll love you
if the sun breaks down
and we live in dark
in this empty town
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Heat in Birmingham, Alabama
A subject much chatted on by folks
Mirages on thea black chalk pavement;
they look like ol' deep wata' puddles
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he wrote her a love note
simple and contrite
portraying in all language
the images he saw
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i love you;
you said my name
in your own language
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I'm sorry you lie there
cradling the last of images

i'm sorry you may forget
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