Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE COMMON THINGS, by BARBARA YOUNG


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THE COMMON THINGS, by                    
First Line: I have a cup of common clay
Last Line: Where all green growing things have birth.
Subject(s): Simplicity


I have a cup of common clay,
And from its depths I drink each day
The water of a living dream
Drawn from a bright and nameless stream.

I have a cloak of common stuff;A faded thing, and coarse and rough;
But we have weathered night and storm
And kept a heart serene and warm.

And with my staff of common wood,
A happy pilgrim, I have stood
Beside the temple all day long
And bought contentment with a song.

I go upon a common way,
And every night and every day
Is full of common peace, and pain,
And dew and stars, and dust and rain.

And when I die a common death,
And close my eyes and yield my breath,
Let me lie down in common earth,
Where all green growing things have birth.





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