Thursday, April 20, 2006

April 2006 (In Memoriam Sarah Teasdale) Comments

Rating: 5.0

What do I care in the cold winds and languor of spring
That my face and my frame are not I?
They are just furniture, but my poems are what I feel,
I am a vacuum, they are a cry.
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Anthony Weir
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