Poems By a Little Girl by Hilda Conkling
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beautiful! How natural! How true!" then
one knows that one has stumbled upon that flash of personality which we call genius. These poems are full of such flashes: "Sparkle up, little tired flower Leaning in the grass!" . . . "There is a star that runs very fast, That goes pulling the moon Through the tops of the poplars." . . . "There is sweetness in the tree, And fireflies are counting the leaves. I like this country, I like the way it has." A pansy has a "thinking face"; a rooster has a comb "gay as a parade," he shouts "crooked words, loud . . . sharp . . . not beautiful!"; frozen water is asked if it cannot "lift" itself "with sun," and "Easter morning says a glad thing over and over." No matter who wrote them, those passages would be beautiful, the oldest poet in the world |
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