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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BLUE WILLOW, by MILDRED D. SHACKLETT
First Line: My fate might not have been the dreamer's
Last Line: When nurtured from a willow plate?
Subject(s): Convents
First Line: My fate might not have been the dreamer's
Last Line: When nurtured from a willow plate?
Subject(s): Convents
My fate might not have been the dreamer's,
No time for prose and all for froth,
If the ware had not been old blue willow
From which I supped my daily broth!
A child, I lived the quaint tradition,
I was the Chinese maid, Kong Shee,
Flitting the bridge with Chang, the lover,
From the convent house by the willow tree.
I drained my mug at every serving
To rid it of its milky sea
And bring to light a gull still sailing
Above the swaying willow tree!
A whimsy thought but one for toying,
For who has power to estimate
The end of a young poetic fancy
When nurtured from a willow plate?
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