Her skin is white cloth, and she's all sewn apart and she has many colored pins sticking out of her heart.
Poem 139 of the Library of Congress Poetry 180 Project: How Many Times
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When you find a man Who transforms Every part of you Into poetry, Who makes each one of your hairs Into a poem, When you find a man, Capable, As I am Of bathing and adorning you With poetry, I will beg you To follo...
Poem 148 of the Library of Congress Poetry 180 Project: Before the World Intruded
Neva,votre poème est vraiment magnifique et j'aime particulièrement..``Let our hearts always skip a beatat the sight of the otherand our bodiessway towards one another to bringcomfort into our lives.Thank you very much x.x..
I am loud, / Demanding attention. / I know when I am being charming ...
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, / or ...
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Written by Mary Elizabeth Frye in 1932, Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep is a beautiful poem that I hope will move you as it did me.
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