Category: Poetry

Into my heart’s treasury

I slipped a coin

That time cannot take

Nor a thief purloin

Oh, better than the minting

Of a gold crowned king

Is the safe kept memory

Of a lovely thing

Sara Teasdale

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Incense yearns to disappear in scent

Scent to cling to incense

Melody seeks to fetter herself in rhythm

While rhythm flows back to melody

What drama is this between creation and destruction

Bondage is striving after freedom

And freedom seeking rest in bondage

Rabindranath Tagore

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