Friday, December 08, 2006

Poetry Friday: Barley Bending

I love poetry. I love Fridays. So it's no surprise that I love poetry Fridays (Check out Chicken Spaghetti's roundup of all of today's poems.) I tucked today's offering in the draft of the second book in my series for Dutton (tentatively titled First Daughter: White House Rules.) Not sure that Ms. Teasdale's poem will stay, but since Sparrow feels a bit of desolation in one part of the book, I wanted to offer the kind of consolation that only a poem can provide.



Barley Bending
by Sara Teasdale

Like barley bending
In low fields by the sea,
Singing in hard wind
Ceaselessly;

Like barley bending
And rising again,
So would I, unbroken,
Rise from pain;

So would I softly,
Day long, night long,
Change my sorrow
Into song.

2 comments:

  1. I am about 20 pages from the end of First Daughter (Book 1) and I am ALREADY recommending it to young friends and cousins! Another wonderful book, Mitali. You are truly an inspiration.

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