"sigrid" poems - Hello Poetry

“…where a kelpie lived” “A little below the bridge was a pool where a kelpie lived.” -Sigrid Unset, Kristin Lavransdatter, p. 8 If you are blessed with a little back yard The smallest of gardens, a bit of grass Then you have pixies and fairies and sprites They like you, but they’re awfully shy, you know If in your garden there is a little pool Even a dish of water for the cat Then you have a tiny kelpie or two (And they are much nicer than you’ve been told) In flower and leaf and water and soft night air - Oh, yes, there is sweet magic everywhere

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Oct 10, 2019

Oct 10, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC

lawrence-hall

(for 10.9.19) "...A Pool Where a Kelpie Lived"

“…where a kelpie lived” “A little below the bridge was a pool where a kelpie lived.” -Sigrid Unset, Kristin Lavransdatter, p. 8 If you are blessed with a little back yard The smallest of gardens, a bit of grass Then you have pixies and fairies and sprites They like you, but they’re awfully shy, you know If in your garden there is a little pool Even a dish of water for the cat Then you have a tiny kelpie or two (And they are much nicer than you’ve been told) In flower and leaf and water and soft night air - Oh, yes, there is sweet magic everywhere

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Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected] Faces Among the Leaves At first she thought it was but the rock and the bushes… But all at once she was aware of a face among the leaves… -Sigrid Undset, Kristin Lavransdatter There are curious faces among the leaves Among the trees and sometimes in the trees Along the road a little old man appears Looking at me from the trunk of a rotting pine He seems to be a little bit annoyed But not dangerous; he’s become used to me Tapping along with my shiny hiker’s stick Searching the winter sky for something of truth And there are bare feet dancing in the underbrush And faces in the trees I must not see

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Feb 20, 2024

Feb 20, 2024 at 1:39 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

Magic Among the Leaves

Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected] Faces Among the Leaves At first she thought it was but the rock and the bushes… But all at once she was aware of a face among the leaves… -Sigrid Undset, Kristin Lavransdatter There are curious faces among the leaves Among the trees and sometimes in the trees Along the road a little old man appears Looking at me from the trunk of a rotting pine He seems to be a little bit annoyed But not dangerous; he’s become used to me Tapping along with my shiny hiker’s stick Searching the winter sky for something of truth And there are bare feet dancing in the underbrush And faces in the trees I must not see

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Beautiful Wise Victorious All words that describe Sigrid But Sigrid, None describe you.

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Nov 18, 2019

Nov 18, 2019 at 8:28 PM UTC

nothingisasitseems

Sigrid

Beautiful Wise Victorious All words that describe Sigrid But Sigrid, None describe you.

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