By: Ardis E. Parshall - February 02, 2016 For One to Come By Eva Willes Wangsgaard I try to catch on paper what I feel,What makes me angry, sorry, or content:Man’s ignorance too arrogant to kneelTo wise divinity for complement,His courage and his love and sacrifice,A hill in snow like moire in the wind,Or newly green and damp from melting ice,Or fragrant in the sun and blossom-pinned.I vanish, leaving only what I wrote;And one who foll...
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