Brigid's Song

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Brigid's Song

I do not care for crowns of thorn
I do not see your ignorance
Call you wise
Call me a saint
Yet darkness holds significance

Find my well of early spring
Drink from the water there
Light will shine upon your face
And fill your spirits' hair

I will weave a blade or two
Of green in winter snow
May all your darkness cease to be
And may you always grow

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Blythe’s Poems (3)

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