Poetry of Kansas
 

Cliches

Why was I born so late? I am longing
    To say three things:
The lake is a mirror for flower bonnets
    And preening wings.
Plum bloom scatters like snow, I tell you,
    Like snow, like snow. . . .

Why have they said so over and over
    Long ago?
Robbed of beauty and meaning the phrases
    That say what's true;
Oh, I love you! Your eyes are the color
    Of Heaven's blue.

 
__May Willams Ward.

Seesaw
May Williams Ward
page 46
(Atlanta: The Bozart Press. 1929)

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