November 15, 2007 #460
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a number poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Fifty-nine takes pleasure in her songs,
In which she finds a mirror for her grace.
For her the morning gathers in the mourning,
Tucking it away where it belongs
Yet making sure it has sufficient space.
Nor does she give regret the pride of place,
Instead preferring tuning forks to tongs,
Needing but the sweetness of her singing,
Elegant and pure, to light her face.
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