Saturday, April 12, 2014

~ NAPOWRIMO ~ Day 8 ~ Silver Dust to Golden Crust ~

Today, let’s rewrite a famous poem.


 Pear Tree      by     Hilda. Doolittle
Silver dust   



Golden Crust
spread on ground
all approachable under my feet
you have lain
O Golden Crust
all approachable under my feet
what more do you have beneath?

all plants colored grow
tenderly broken by a blow
no leaves ever in white show
though all from golden crust glow

O Golden Crust
your stone gems
studded embedded in black
bring winter fire hotly back
with warm ashy stems.


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