Wednesday, 14 December 2011

Poem of the day

      HE heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn,
      As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on,
      Afar o'er life's turrets and vales does it roam
      In the wake of those echoes the heart calls home.
      The heart of a woman falls back with the night,
      And enters some alien cage in its plight,
      And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars
      While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.

      By Georgia Douglas Johnson.


      Rather blurry old black and white photograph, photographer unknown.

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