Here in the teeth of this triumphant wind
That shakes the naked shadows on the ground,
Making a key-board of the earth to strike
From clattering tree and hedge a separate sound,
Bear witness for me that I loved my life,
All things that hurt me and all things that healed,
And that I swore it this day in March,
Here at the edge of this new-broken field.
You only knew me, tell them I was glad
For every hour since my hour of birth,
And that I ceased to fear, as once I feared,
The last complete reunion with the earth.
— Sara Teasdale, On A March Day
DaddyBear’s Den 
suz
/ March 15, 2017We have certainly had a lot of “triumphant wind” in the past week here in western Michigan!
What happens when you reach Day 365? Are you going to continue posting poetry? I have never been a big fan of poetry, however, I have discovered new poems I enjoy as well as some old favorites.
Just wanted to say thank you for doing this. I have enjoyed it.
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daddybear71
/ March 16, 2017I’m glad you’re enjoying these. I’ll stop after day 365. There are so many good sources for poetry on-line, and I hope you’ll find one that gives you what you enjoy.
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