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Poem of the day

May 6, 2011

Early Song

Waking to the bird chorus
Arranged for us–
The robin and the bright sparrow
Saying Good Morrow,
And the fretful crow
With his particular woe–
I await, in the dissolving dark,
The whispered first remark,
Reach out (groping
Sleepily hoping)
The hand toward hand:
Then, hearing no word said,
Finding no fingertip across the bed,
Am slowly, sadly aware
You are not there.

–E. B. White

One Comment leave one →
  1. PinkieBling permalink
    May 9, 2011 10:58 am

    Beautifully sad.

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