The Harp
Liquid drops of sound--
clear,
shining,
exquisite.
Wounding the soul with beauty.
clear,
shining,
exquisite.
Wounding the soul with beauty.
The Harp
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
The Harp | 1 | 06/05/2009 |
A Worker of Brick | 1 | 06/05/2009 |
Suicide--For Tom | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
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