Life with a flatulent greyhound... - National Poetry Month
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National Poetry Month
I was going to write my master's thesis on using poetry to teach astronomy. Oh well. One of these days.
I give you two poems by Carl Sandburg:
Stars
The stars are too many to count.
The stars make sixes and sevens.
The stars tell nothing--and everything.
The stars look scattered.
Stars are so far away they never speak when spoken to.
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
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