Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Under The Violets Comments
Rating: ★2.8
HER hands are cold; her face is white;
No more her pulses come and go;
Her eyes are shut to life and light;--
Fold the white vesture, snow on snow,
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8/3/2025 1:11:38 AM # 1.0.0
If teachers would present poetry like this in the class room kids wouldn't hate it so much and PLEASE stop reading the cliche, over rated and over done poetry in the classroom.