Thursday, January 1, 2004

An Evening Comments

Rating: 3.1

TO break the stillness of the hour
There is no sound, no voice, no stir;
Only the croak of frogs,—the whirr
Of crickets hidden in leaf and flower.
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Dora Wilcox
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John Richter 12 March 2015

Beautiful poem... 'Spring from a mass of eucalypt' - definitely from Australia or New Zealand - lands where speech itself is artform. So lovely here in this little poem about loss and love.

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 12 March 2015

Peace with the Shadows! Peace to all Who work and weep, who pray and wait; Till we and thou are one with Fate, And on us too, the Night shall fall! thank you

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Dora Wilcox

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