Tuesday, November 16, 2010

November poem


November
by John Updike

The stripped and shapely
Maple grieves
The ghosts of her
Departed leaves.


The ground is hard,
As hard as stone.
The year is old,
The birds are flown.


And yet the world,
In its distress,
Displays a certain
Loveliness---
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3 comments:

  1. A Bit of the BlarneyNovember 17, 2010 at 5:34 AM

    I like this! It really says it all doesn't it? Have a grand day! Cathy

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  2. The Jaracz FamilyNovember 17, 2010 at 6:52 AM

    Your poetry amazes me! Speaking of Amazing things...I was inspired to do an Amazing Things post, about my husband. I didn't realize you have set topics, but I'm doing a post on him soon and I'm stealing your button! :)

    I promise to stay on topic in the future, I'll send you the link in a bit...

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  3. The Jaracz FamilyNovember 17, 2010 at 8:23 AM

    Here it is...3 amazing things about my husband!

    http://faithfunandfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/3-amazing-thingsabout-my-husband.html

    Enjoy!

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