Bitter Black Winter Upon the Stars

Frost nips at her toes, twining in various patterns that would make any mother proud. But Mother Nature never shows emotion. She passes upon the girl, weaving a few vines around her, protecting her in a womb of life. The girl slumbers on, dreaming of ships and stars.

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Today in English class we read a really beautiful poem.  I thank the person who introduced it a great many times. Though I might not say it to his face, I’d like him to know that I really do love this poem and thank him for introducing it during class.

 

When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer

by Walt Whitman

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
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