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Post by subtlecollision on May 26, 2007 17:13:09 GMT -5
Ah, Sunflower
Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun; Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done;
Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale virgin shrouded in snow, Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my Sunflower wishes to go
For school, I had to choose a poem that is meaningful to me, and I chose this one. What do you guys think about it?
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Post by Brighitta on May 27, 2007 4:22:25 GMT -5
Very pretty! Love the flowing structure, the deceptive simplicity.
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