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Sappho, v. 1, issue 4, March 1944
Page 14
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SAPPHO - - the magazine of verse FANTASTIC I have no thoughts, no more desires - - It is green and gray like a garden Stirred by apple-scented wind, Quick with the sense of cool and silver joys That come in a raint [rain] dance When soft hands of clouds have pushed away The round red stupid face of the sun. In one day, I think, the wind Will not have his will of the gleaming rain - - They run about with tossed hair, The garden is silvered with their pleasure, Cool and sweet, shining As with arched laughter a beloved face. The musing pool Shattered in glancing flight by a sudden wing - - This, which no words can name, This is my heart'[s delight, Wishing I know not whither; It has no measure. Clara Shanafelt 14
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SAPPHO - - the magazine of verse FANTASTIC I have no thoughts, no more desires - - It is green and gray like a garden Stirred by apple-scented wind, Quick with the sense of cool and silver joys That come in a raint [rain] dance When soft hands of clouds have pushed away The round red stupid face of the sun. In one day, I think, the wind Will not have his will of the gleaming rain - - They run about with tossed hair, The garden is silvered with their pleasure, Cool and sweet, shining As with arched laughter a beloved face. The musing pool Shattered in glancing flight by a sudden wing - - This, which no words can name, This is my heart'[s delight, Wishing I know not whither; It has no measure. Clara Shanafelt 14
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