Poem of the day

by Archibald MacLeish (1892-1982)

Here in this inland garden
      Unrumorous of surf,
Here where the willows warden
      Only the sunny turf,

Here in the windy weather,
      Here where the lake wind lulls,
Slowly on silver feather
      Drift overhead the gulls.

O heart estranged of grieving
      What is a sea-bird’s wing?
What beauty past believing
      Are you remembering?

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