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DUST by ETHEL ROMIG FULLER

First Line: AS A CHILD
Last Line: FLOWERS GROW OUT OF DUST.
Subject(s): CHILDREN; DUST; CHILDHOOD;
As a child
I could not run care-free
On the path
Between the hollyhock rows
Until I had dusted chairs
And an old walnut highboy.
I was given clouds
Of pink and blue cheese-cloth
To hem for dusters.

I have spent more hours with dust
Than with dawns or dreams.

Dust has even come between me and the stars.

In that clean orderly city on the hill
There is dust;
Alabaster,
Mother-of-pearl,
Ebon boxes of dust.
* * * * *
Flowers grow out of dust.



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