tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-601402750320174590.post9125266335257705695..comments2023-04-01T09:00:18.596-04:00Comments on A Poem A Day from the George Hail Library ~ Selected by Maria Horvath: The Instinct of HopeGeorge Hail Libraryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05296359504047895036noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-601402750320174590.post-8016547611353525502011-03-04T03:41:41.468-05:002011-03-04T03:41:41.468-05:00Here are the first four lines to a sonnet I always...Here are the first four lines to a sonnet I always liked, by Edward Estlin Cummings. The poem can be found in <i>Etcetera</i>, a posthumous collection of his work.<br /><br /><i>now winging selves sing sweetly,while ghosts(there<br />and here)of snow cringe;dazed an earth shakes sleep<br />out of her brightening mind:now everywhere<br />space tastes of the amazement which is hope</i>Thomas Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13217297262702709978noreply@blogger.com