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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BUT TODAY, by BEULA CHAMBERLAIN First Line: Somewhere the tree is growing Last Line: I live my hour. Subject(s): Life; Love - Nature Of; Togetherness | |||
Somewhere the tree is growing That will be my bed: Cold white wood against cold white flesh, And the last prayer said. Sometime we'll creep together, And our dust, as one, Will talk deep things with the gossiping rain And the curious sun. But today the tree is singing, Pregnant with bursting flower, And glad in the dawn and starlight I live my hour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WOMAN WITH FLAXEN HAIR IN NORFOLK HEARD by ROBERT KELLY YESTERDAY FROM MY FEVER by GALWAY KINNELL IF YOU COULD COME SOFTLY by AUDRE LORDE MISGIVINGS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS |
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