Saturday, June 4, 2016

Shadorma -Leaves

 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 

oh, my leaves
falling one by one
no rustling
forsaken in the dark night
but yonder stars I can see
new delights awakening
a new crown above.shadorma 

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