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Wednesday, September 22, 2010
This is part of the poem, Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson. I chose to publish only the first stanza, because it is better fitting to this time of year as the days get shorter. This poem leaped into my head this morning as I awoke for the day in the pitch dark.
In winter I get up at night
and dress by yellow candle light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
Labels: Poetry Wednesday
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