Meggie! (rivulet) wrote,


I was in a poetic sort of mood this evening, so I got my super thick book of poetry out. It's an old textbook from my mom's high school, I think, and it's falling apart but it has some good stuff in it. Copyright 1941 - it was already way outdated when Mom got to it but I guess poetry is timeless so what's the point in getting new editions, eh?

Anyway, here are a few I liked.

A Modern Orchard
David O'Neil

Oh! the tragedy
Of pruning souls
To a common height
That the fruit
May be reached
Without straining.

November Night
Adelaide Crapsey

With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-frisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.

There, that's enough poetry for me today.
There aren't enough poems by Robert Frost in this book. And too many epic poems that are tl;dr. :)
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