Sarah Harper

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In the spirit of and in faint homage to Masters' Spoon River Anthology.

Sarah Harper

My youth was filled with ample lesson of his power.
By the day I watched him sap her strength
Until she slumped like a heap of gray washing.
They blamed the cow for the kick that killed her,
But I tell you, she flew to the dust with gratitude.
So it was with me.
All my life, I was only waiting my chance.
They say the scarlet fever carried me from this world,
But I tell you it was the sight of his eyes,
And her but two weeks in the grave.
I flew to the light, made strong by my mother’s example.
And here found a home like no other I have known.

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 18 years ago
Powerful

Beautifuly moving and powerfully provoking. Tugs at the heart in such a wonderful way.

Harry Leg

lucky-E-levenlucky-E-levenabout 19 years ago
So much...

... out of so little. I had an entire novella built in my head by the time I finished reading this a second time. I loved the line about the mother's example and the image of fever. Very powerful stuff for so few words. A talent I envy greatly.

~lucky

The_FoolThe_Foolabout 19 years ago
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Interesting read with some unique metaphors. Very conversational tone to the poem that is unusual among the poems posted here. That makes it stand out and be that much more unique among poems that are pared to the bone. Clear tone, clear message, clear words, clean writing.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 19 years ago
"...home like no other I have known."

This tied it all together for me. Beautiful, Shanglan. Thank you.

Maria2394Maria2394about 19 years ago
this is kinda sad

but I loved it, was it intended as a sonnet? I bite at identifying forms. It could be probably tightened up a bit, but you got the message across and for me, thats what counts :)

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