Thursday, April 02, 2009

Triolet

A Triolet

Molly raised shy eyes to me,
On an April day;
Close we stood beneath a tree;
Molly raised shy eyes to me,
Shining sweet and wistfully,
Wet and yet quite gay;
Molly raised shy eyes to me,
On an April day


Angelina Weld Grimke


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