I NEVER saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
(from Pansies, 1929)
Posted by Hans.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
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This blog will showcase student work, favorite poems, and thoughts from Russell Jaffe's Kirkwood Community College continuing ed dept. courses.
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