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"Enough"Enough
too easily forgotten
simple
Abundance
more than enough
all around us
Abundance
too easily overlooked
as we grasp so much
our
arms too full
eyes too dazzled
hearts too empty
to understand
simple
Abundance
more than enough
all around us.
"Alone"
One by one, like leaves from a tree,
All my faiths have forsaken me;
But the stars above my head
Burn in white and delicate red,
And beneath my feet the earth
Brings the sturdy grass to birth.
I who was content to be
But a silken-singing tree,
But a rustle of delight
In the wistful heart of night,
I have lost the leaves that knew
Touch of rain and weight of dew.
Blinded by a leafy crown
I looked neither up nor down—
But the little leaves that die
Have left me room to see the sky;
Now for the first time I know
Stars above and earth below.
Sara Teasdale
"More Onions"
"Garlic and Brown Pitcher"
"Goat Rock Wildflowers"
"Coeur d' Alene December"
"Majestic Olympics"
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