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Poem of the Day


February 10, 2009








                Catherine

Passion and Love

By Paul Laurence Dunbar



A Maiden wept and, as a comforter,
Came one who cried, "I love thee,"
and he seized
Her in his arms and kissed her with hot breath,
That dried the tears upon her flaming cheeks.
While evermore his boldly blazing eye
Burned into hers; but she uncomforted
Shrank from his arms and only wept the more.

Then one came and gazed mutely in her face
With wide and wistful eyes; but still aloof
He held himself; as with a reverent fear,
As one who knows some sacred presence nigh.
And as she wept he mingled tear with tear,
That cheered her soul like dew a dusty flower,
Until she smiled, approached, and touched his
hand!







Elliot            


Vincent            
Hands            


Click here to hear this poem read by Daria Smith.

  

 

Wendy M         2/13/2009 1:41:05 PM
This is a terrific poem. I could so easily see Elliott, Catherine, and Vincent depicted in it.

Sharon         2/10/2009 6:09:23 PM
Beautifully written and read. Thank you!

Tim Rooch         2/10/2009 2:18:41 PM
What can I say? That was simply Lovely. I had goosebumps listening to you, Daria and looking at the pictures

Carole         2/10/2009 7:01:11 AM
WOW - beautifully read and perfectly chosen!

Skippy         2/10/2009 4:30:56 AM
Daria, that was beautifully read. What more can I say, but thankyou again.

Vicky         2/10/2009 3:51:02 AM
What a lovely poem and inspired reading! Thanks, Daria. It's just so fitting, isn't it?

Nancy         2/10/2009 3:02:42 AM
This is a perfect choice! How brilliant is our Committe! Thank you, Daria, for the tender treatment of these amazing stanzas.

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