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The Snowflake
In one night
Before I melt,
Come look at me!
This lovely icy filigree!
Of a great forest
I make a wilderness
Of white:
By skyey cold
Of crystals made,
All softly, on
Your finger laid.
I pause, that you
My beauty see:
Breathe, and I vanish
Instantly.
Walter de la Mare
September
I already know where Africa is
and I already know how to
count to ten and
I went to school every day last year,
why do I have to go again?
Lucille Clifton
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Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamers,
Bring me all of your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.
Langston Hughes
Fireflies
The wind not quite
A wind, the sky
Not just a sky -
And everywhere
The speckled air
of summer stars
Alive in jars.
J. Patrick Lewis
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June
There's Little League,
The sun is rich
And gladly pays
In golden hours,
Silver days,
And long green weeks
That never end.
School's out. The time
Is ours to spend.
Hopscotch, the creek,
And, after supper,
Hide-and-seek.
That live-long light
Is like a dream,
And freckles come
Like flies to cream.
John Updike
Poem to Mud
Poem to mud-
Poem to ooze-
Patted in pies, or coating your shoes.
Poem to slooze-
Poem to crud-
Fed by a leak, or spread by a flood.
Wherever, whenever, whyever it goes,
Stirred by your finger, or strained by your toes,
There's nothing sloppier, slipperier, floppier,
There's nothing slicker, stickier, thickier,
There's nothing quickier to make grown-up sickier,
Trulier coolier,
Than wonderful mud.
Zilpha Keatly Snyder
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Tiger
Black flames
The tiger
Has swallowed
In his cold
Cage he
Carries it still:
Flicker through
His fur,
Black rays roar
From the centers
Of his eyes.
Valerie Worth