At this time of year in the Northern Hemisphere, many are without shelter -- and are cold. Let us think of them -- as Cecil Day-Lewis (1904-1972) does in "A Carol" below (a poem whose lines for the most part maintain an alternating 6-5 syllable count and which contains the small number two). Let us remember to share our warmth.
A Carol by Cecil Day-Lewis
Oh hush thee, my baby,
Thy cradle's in pawn:
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Tuesday, December 22, 2015
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