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The Milkweed
Anonymous as cherubs
Over the crib of God,
White seeds are floating
Out of my burst pod.
What power had I
Before I learned to yield?
Shatter me, great wind:
I shall possess the field.
~ Richard Wilbur
Walking through the forest preserve earlier this week, I spotted several milkweed pods that had begun to crack open and spill their silky white seeds onto the breeze. The sight reminded me of this poem that I found in a book last year (I'm sorry, I don't remember which book it was!), then copied down because I loved it so much. What a powerful message in those last two lines....
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