"Barter"
by Sara Teasdale
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for one breath of ecstacy
Give all you have been, or could be.
2007-11-06
11:40:48
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Why! who makes much of a miracle?
As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of the
water, Or stand under trees in the woods, Or talk by day with any one I love--or sleep in the bed at night with
any one I love, Or sit at table at dinner with my mother, Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car, Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive, of a summer forenoon, Or animals feeding in the fields, Or birds--or the wonderfulness of insects in the air, Or the wonderfulness of the sun-down--or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite, delicate, thin curve of the new moon in spring; These with the rest, one and all , are to me miracles. The whole reffering, yet each distinct in its place.To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, Every cubic inch of space is a miracle, Every square yard of the
2007-11-06
11:45:57 ·
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the surface of the earth is spread with the
same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same; To me the sea is a continual miracle;
The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves--the ships,
with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?
2007-11-06
11:46:35 ·
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