The Apple was delicious When she savored that first bite And in that very moment She saw what was "wrong" from "right" But what was wrong with knowing,
By Janet Grant5 years ago in Poets
In the mornings when I bid bye To those dreamed-of loving arms and quiet shores And allow-in alarm clock And traffic I glaze my heart and glaze my eye
-- You, who have never heard me sing, Can you know the heart warmth or feel the sting That my words-to-music strive to bring? --
Liquid mirrors on flat stone/Reflecting fallen leaves Naked branches like a bone/A year’s end seen on trees Little diamonds glistening/Upon sky-reaching grass
