What then, if you lose your leisure
With no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand on the top of the hill
And stare the world under with thrill.
Category: Poetry
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earth laughs in flowers
Flowers and Flowers! She must always have flowers
To see a world in blooms of beauty before her eyes
To hold wonders of nature in the palm of her hand
And secrets of heaven in the cabinet of her mind.
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Friday dance
Celebrate all you that labor with burdens
Time is played beautifully by you, dear readers;
Play well with your spare moments
For they are like raw diamonds
That will become the brightest of your gems.
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Wandering cloud
She sat beside the trodden waysAmong a gallery of strange faces
Like a wandering lonely cloud
Hidebound, softbound, spellbound…
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farewell to sunday
The day is gone, and the sun
disappears into the West,
As the chariot of Apollo is done
with its quest for the day’s zest.
And leisure and laughter make
the hours seem too short.
As this day is nearing to end,
so do my minutes hasten to the end.
Farewell sighs and sings a ballad. -
a peach tree
I was angry with my foe
I hid it, my ire did grow.
And I tendered it in fears,
Day and night with my tears:
And I dried it with smiles,
And with false whispers.
And it grew day by day.
Till it bore a peach pretty,
And my foe saw it ripen
and knew it was mine.
And into my secret garden,
When all’s veiled in the dark;
In the morning delighted I see;
My foe trying to reach the tree.Author’s note: This is my take on William Blake’s “A Poison Tree.” I have to write this before saying goodbye to today and hello to tomorrow, lest all negative feelings should remain in my mind’s garden. For it is how I feel sometimes… But do we not?…
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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