Poetry, Spring 2007

For Dancing on a Spring Evening

by Rose E. Hadden

The world we know is old; and past are days When every turning season was so new That all mankind would dance and sing for joy At sight of it. For us, time turns in gears— Each day and season measured out in numbers As though it were the striking of a clock Ordained by [...]

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