Basket
Carefully she twirled the reed,diligent she wound--
between two unlikely stems
a simple sphere of brown--
With just a dab of mud
to make a tender floor--
with heaven a ceiling above
and leaping for the door---
Basket
Carefully she twirled the reed,07-09-2010
03-08-2010
dancinghawk commented on Basket
02-10-2010
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cliftondurant commented on Basket
12-04-2009
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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