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Juggler

Rating: 3.2
A ball will bounce; but less and less. It's not
A light-hearted thing, resents its own resilience.
Falling is what it loves, and the earth falls
So in our hearts from brilliance,
Settles and is forgot.
It takes a sky-blue juggler with five red balls

To shake our gravity up. Whee, in the air
The balls roll around, wheel on his wheeling hands,
Learning the ways of lightness, alter to spheres
Grazing his finger ends,
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Peter Wright 09 December 2019
This poem was the subject of my final exam in Modern British & American Poetry at UCONN in 1960!
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Paresh Chakra 09 December 2018
Oh, on his toe the table is turning, the broom's Balancing up on his nose, and the plate whirls On the tip of the broom! , what a show, we cry: The boys stamp, and the girls Shriek, and the drum booms And all come down, and he bows and says good-bye. This is a good stanga
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no one 04 February 2021
cares
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Jonathan 25 January 2018
ANYONE HERE FROM SWAMIDOSS? ? ?
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Joseph 29 October 2018
Yea my guy
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Hangrober 03 December 2020
Swamidoss is gay
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Max Reif 19 July 2005
I love this poem! Read it in an anthology on an airplane trip, a year or so ago.
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