I hope this poem brings some beauty to you today!
Testimonial by Rita Dove
Back when the earth was new and heaven just a whisper, back when the names of things hadn't had time to stick;
back when the smallest breezes melted summer into autumn, when all the poplars quivered sweetly in rank and file . . .
the world called, and I answered. Each glance ignited to a gaze. I caught my breath and called that life, swooned between spoonfuls of lemon sorbet.
I was pirouette and flourish, I was filigree and flame. How could I count my blessings when I didn't know their names?
Back when everything was still to come, luck leaked out everywhere. I gave my promise to the world, and the world followed me here.
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