3190) A Garden Sleeping in My Hand
Faded, crumpled, shriveled seeds which now seem dead, will soon, under ‘June’s magic kiss,’ burst forth into beautiful flowers and gardens.ย In the last line the poet has us imagine how we are able to hold in our hand the seeds that could grow a whole forest– ‘in my hand a forest lies asleep.’ ย The […]
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