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Hello everyone! This is Paloma, greeting you from B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond.
For this week I would like you to write a condensation of Sara Teasdale’s poem, “Leaves”, in Shadorma form. (Non-rhyming 6-line poem in 3/5/3/7/7/5.)
ONE by one, like leaves from a tree,
All my faiths have forsaken me;
But the stars above my head
Burn in white and delicate red,
And beneath my feet the earth
Brings the sturdy grass to birth.
I who was content to be
But a silken-singing tree,
But a rustle of delight
In the wistful heart of night,
I have lost the leaves that knew
Touch of rain and weight of dew.
Blinded by a leafy crown
I looked neither up nor down—
But the little leaves that die
Have left me room to see the sky;
Now for the first time I know
Stars above and earth below.
— Sara Teasdale
What does the poem mean to you?
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