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April is National Poetry Month. As I’ve mentioned here before, however, every month is poetry month for me. \ud83d\ude42 To celebrate these last few days in April, National Poetry Month, and the first signs of spring, I will post some poetry (some by others, some of my own). If you do not read poetry on a regular basis, this might be a good month to try it out. Then, remember to include some poetry readings in your regular reading list.<\/p>\n
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April<\/strong> <\/p>\n Eyes tell, tell me, what you tell me, Still I think I know your meaning, would so truly like to greet, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n I grew up in the south, where white magnolia trees with large, waxy leaves are a fairly common sight. In the Midwest, in a place I lived before, I had a Japanese Magnolia tree in the yard. Its flowers were\u00a0pink and white, same as the pictures above. The tree would usually be in full bloom on Mother’s Day. After my first child (my\u00a0daughter) was born, I had a picture taken with her next to that Japanese Magnolia tree. She was about five months old at the time.\u00a0 That photo is stored somewhere in a box of photographs– before everything went digital.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n April is National Poetry Month. As I’ve mentioned here before, however, every month is poetry month for me. \ud83d\ude42 To celebrate these last few days in April, National Poetry Month, and the first signs of spring, I will post some poetry (some by others, some of my own). If you do not read poetry […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[20,37,86,133,159,206,1],"tags":[280,533,617,694,804,904],"class_list":["post-20533","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-children","category-daughter","category-growing-up-the-south","category-memories","category-poetry","category-spring","category-uncategorized","tag-april","tag-growing-up-in-the-south","tag-johann-wolfgang-von-goethe","tag-memories","tag-poetry-by-others","tag-seasons"],"yoast_head":"\n
\nBy Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<\/p>\n
\ntelling something all too sweet,
\nmaking music out of beauty,
\nwith a question hidden deep.<\/p>\n
\nthere behind your pupils\u2019 brightness,
\nlove and truth are your heart\u2019s lightness,
\nthat, instead of its own gleaming,<\/p>\n
\nin a world of dullness, blindness,
\none true look of human kindness,
\nwhere two kindred spirits meet.<\/p>\n![\"magnolia-3311637_1280\"](\"https:\/\/pathoftreasure.files.wordpress.com\/2018\/04\/magnolia-3311637_1280.jpg\")
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Picture source: Pixabay (Magnolia trees)\u00a0 \u00a0<\/em><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"