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Found Poetry 1,051


in the present the past is put in a glass
stemmed amends snapped in half
before they had a chance to lap
water will rise but not splash
any drop of waking memory
reaches the top gradually

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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