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A poem by Mirabai

While the flowers grow, the trees blow in the wind and I say, “Why do I see these plants in bloom? When it’s fall, they won’t be blooming anymore. They will be falling and making the leaves fall. But when it’s summer again the trees will bloom. the leaves on the flowers will bloom, and the trees will fall in the wind.” I look at them quietly breeze through the air when the trees blow. I want to do a haiku: While I see the flowers bloom, they blow, and then they’re done blooming.

I Knew a Woman / This woman I know

"I Knew a Woman" by Theodore Roethke I knew a woman, lovely in her bones, When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one: The shapes a bright container can contain! Of her choice virtues only gods should speak, Or English poets who grew up on Greek (I'd have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek.) How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin, She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and stand; She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin: I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand; She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake, Coming behind her for her pretty sake (But what prodigious mowing did we make.) Love likes a gander, and adores a goose: Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize; She played it quick, she played it light and loose; My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees; Her several parts could keep a pure repose, Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose (She moved in circles, and thos