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J Jay Samuel Davis

The Riddle – Richard Wilbur

Shall I love God for causing me to be? I was mere utterance; shall these words love me? Yet when I caused His work to jar and stammer, And one free subject loosened all His grammar, I love Him that He did not in a rage Once and forever rule me off the page, But, […]

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“WOODEN RACKETS FOR TENNIS.” a short poem, a.k.a.: “Playing With Wood In The Morning.” Saturday, October 19, 2019.

“WOODEN RACKETS FOR TENNIS.” a short poem, a.k.a.: “Playing With Wood In The Morning.” Saturday, October 19, 2019. My tennis strokes are long and hard . . . and yours are sure & quick; I wish I hadMeAracket (like yours) aRacketSo supple and slick, Yet, I still think WOOD v. WOOD, My Friend, is a […]