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4 years ago
OpenStudy (anonymous):

gland coffee pot .. These rooms of wood, of tongue-and-groove, open out on a garden of white-washed walls and a maple tree, a new Spring bright among the weathered stone and brick. We find things that are old and used, well-made, well worn and beautiful because of this. The balance intimate between that glass of water's clarity and light and the pot's grave darkness: an order so luminous and fine you needn't measure it with a rule, just look. The papery whiteness of the garlic heads is the same light held in the water glass, the same light lifting a gleam from the blackened coffee pot that's somehow managed to make it through, to find harmony here on this stone shelf, happiness of the hand and heart, to keep its heat and still pour clean and true.

4 years ago
OpenStudy (anonymous):

i think i spelled everything right

4 years ago
OpenStudy (anonymous):

This looks an awful lot like Robin Robertson's work, "Glass of Water and Coffee Pot" [ http://poems.com/poem.php?date=15769 ]. Open Study is strictly against any plagiarizing. Please don't do this again. (It is a beautiful poem though.)

4 years ago
OpenStudy (anonymous):

hes ma uncle lol

4 years ago
OpenStudy (anonymous):

well not my uncle hes good frinds with my dada on fb lol

4 years ago
OpenStudy (anonymous):

he good people tho

4 years ago
OpenStudy (anonymous):

btw i dont have acsess to web sit like tht this my school cuputer but yah he told me to write his out so i could come out with something of my onw and im working on it lol

4 years ago
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