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
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
a new crown above.shadorma
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