Alice Duer Miller

(28 July 1874 - 22 August 1942 / New York City, New York)

A Bread And Butter Letter - Poem by Alice Duer Miller

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THERE is a willow grows beside a pool;
Its long gray branches sweep the marble rim;
And from those waters shadowy and cool,
The stars shine, large and dim.

From open valleys filled with little lakes
All through the night a hundred breezes blow,
All through the night the little willow makes
A whispering soft and low.

Here in the dusty street there are no trees
To whisper, and the sky is dark and gray,
And yet I see the stars, I feel the breeze,
So far, so far away.


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  • Rookie - 59 Points Brian Jani (7/4/2014 10:53:00 AM)

    A refreshing theme in this poem.i enjoyed the read to the end (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 15, 2012



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