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Tuesday, May 18, 2004

I like this poem. I'd read it for the first time in a Reader's Digest WordPower book when I was in junior college.

On the Dunes by Sara Teasdale

If there is any life when death is over,
These tawny beaches will know much of me,
I shall come back, as constant and as changeful
As the unchanging, many-colored sea.

If life was small, if it has made me scornful,
Forgive me; I shall straighten like a flame
In the great calm of death, and if you want me
Stand on the sea-ward dunes and call my name.

What has this poem taught me.
Humility.
I like the words...
Stand on the sea-ward dunes and call my name.
No one is far-off!

posted by Chirayu @ 7:24:00 PM