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"Courage"
By:
Anne Sexton
It is in the small things we see it. The child's first step, as awesome as an earthquake. THe first time you rode a bike, wallowing up the side walk. The first spanking when your heart went on a journey all alone. When they called you crybaby, or poor, or fatty, or crazy and made you into an alien, you drank their acid and concealed it.
Later, if you faced the death of bombs and bullets you did not do it with a banner, you did it with only a hat to cover your heart. You did not fondle the weakness inside you though it was there. Your courage was a small coal that you kept swallowing. If your buddy saved you, but himself in so doing, it was not courage, it was love; love as simple as shaving soap.
Later, if you have endured a great despair. then you did it alone, getting a transfusion from the fire, picking the scabs off your heart, then wringing it out like a sock. Next, my kinsman, you powdered your sorrow, you gave it a vackrub, and then you covered it up with a blanket and after it had slept a while it woke to the wings of roses and was transformed.
Later, when you face old age and its natural conclusion your courage will still be shown in little ways, each spring will be a sword you'll sharpen, those you love will live in a fever of love, and you'll bargain with the calendar and at the last moment when death opens the back door, you'll put on your slippers and stire out.
I'm nobody, who are you?
By:
Emily Dickinson
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you-nobody-too?
Then theres a pair of us?
Don't tell! they'd advertise-you know!
How dreary-to be- somebody!
How public-like a frog-
To tell one's name- the livelong June-
To an admiring bog!
Gotta go now! More later!!!
 Kay[6661]Vengeance · Wed Nov 23, 2005 @ 02:54am · 0 Comments |
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