Emily Dickinson
Yevgeny Yevtushenko
William Butler Yeats
John Updike
Rainer Maria Rilke
Gwendolyn Brooks
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Pictures & Poems
Glimpses of Childhood
Laura
From Childhood
The darkness in the room was like enormous riches;
there the child was sitting, wonderfully alone.
And when the mother entered, as if in a dream,
a glass quaked in the silent china closet.
She felt it, how the room was betraying her,
and kissed her child, saying, "Are you here?"
Then both looked toward the piano in fear,
for often at evening they would have a song
in which the child found himself strangely caught.
He sat stone still. His great gaze hung
upon her hand, which, totally bowed down by the ring,
walked over the white keys
as if plowing through deep drifts of snow.
--Rainer Maria Rilke
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Sara Booth
Mary Oliver
William Blake
e. e. cummings
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