When she walked

When she walked

into the lecture-hall,

all dead hopes,

all vanished dreams,

all spent inspirations,

came to life again:

she was a song

by Fauré, a poem

by Estlin Cummings;

she was the earliest

ray of sunlight

on the youngest

freshest morning

of a newborn world.

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Written on 2021-10-30 at 06:50

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Gorgeous, made me smile

Elle x

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A delightful thought. As always, first class writing.


They Write Poems, Don't They?
by Uncle Meridian